Abandon all hope those who enter here to argue.
I don't know why anyone would like to debate me.
Darkness rise Howl of the wolf The dank surprise Her hand drifts through Midnight waters, sing, Imperfect, torn shapes Of slime ridden debris From the living, the beautiful The imperfect, the mortal Rend her fair skin And maybe in this laughing lake There are tears Darkness rise Song of the light Her shining eyes Like Shallot, cry, She lets her boat drift on And stares with that Beautiful empty stare At the moon and her daughters Her eyes flicked shut Over quick blue diamonds And she danced with the stars In her isolated mind Darkness rise Keen of the weak Those everlasting cries Her dark, curled hair Brings out miniscule lines Of red order, crossing her face Her wealthy, pristine pallor To match her lotus dress Which fell around her thin body In a chaotic, yet alluring way Yet in her mind She danced in black Darkness rise Silence of the wise Millennia dead ring the wooden sides, bay, Of her floating stronghold Gracelessly, she descends Perfect armies lay waste to silk Of her torn dress And the mirror rises to allow Besieged yet beautiful, silent yet screaming The rushed imprints slurred in the sand Trace her infernal race To rest in his arms 1
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