25.10.2024
Sunlight streaming on the sea, The birds of Wonder calling me, Palm leaves dancing in the breeze, Yet earth seems overrun by these Fanatic forces filled with hate Who towards the darkness gravitate, Titan wills who abhor the new Creation that has called the few Seekers of the Truth, the right, Aspirants who front the night Praying for the Light descent And all the beauty that is meant, That life divine may descend And see asuric forces end.
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