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It was crawling and embracing.
Winds of fear, hollow shadows now are taking their forms.
Was predicted and was waiting.
Concerned whispers, hazy starring but then ignored.
It was lurking and aggressive.
Spreading panic to the masses after was born.
Unforgiving and depressive.
Gave the silence, those who is facing, taking control.
No more sickness
of wasted body that is rotten to core.
Glorified wickness
falling down there is nothing to adore.
They were awakened
after voluptuous dreams.
No more protected!
Suddenly,
abruptly.
Stormblast
is blowing resistless.
Old rust
is breaking in pieces.
Outcasts
that lived ambitious.
Arise
above the vicious.
We were living in dismal places,
always proving frowning faces our right to born.
Gloomy windows showed to traces,
sibling buildings, empty spaces, felt to be thrown.
This is chess game not the races.
Growing power, building defense, waiting for turn.
We were coming through the phases,
but the final taking the king without a warn.
This is the sign
show no forgiveness.
The is the time
to bury the sickness.
Threat
failed to see.
Endgame
is breaking the rear.
Battle
no longer be.
Rivals
are running in fear.
No more sickness
of wasted body that is rotten to core.
Glorified wickness
falling down there is nothing to adore.
Open your eyes:
Empire is falling
with hopeless cries
it’s reign is dissolving.
