I forsee not in my life,
Peace nor sacraficial hate,
But the eternal darkness,
The demons within,
Those who would take us from ourselves,
Deliver us unto evils claw.
Never would i be afraid,
For I forsee that should when what we are crumble and fall,
The walls of our minds fail,
Erethral lumos should save us,
Gods among the smallest words,
Not great machines of war.
In the light of heaven,
Vault of stars,
Seek your soul,
Seek your heart,
Those will you find,
Those will save you,
Those will set you free.
That one sucks so much, but that picture makes my mind dissapear into visual, not literary devices *goes to find some sparkly things and a digicam*.
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