Dispelling the furor that can bend the soul
To others not knowing - black as coal
To cleanse of its impurity - a godly goal
For with evils lance it does unabashedly troll
Death lurks within crevice and putrid hole
Evidenced by bodies lay waste, pity to bestow
This harbinger to fate is one to know
To guard the heart from this darkness to grow
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