The screams and pain, from the worlds insain, a call of grace,
from this dreaded place, , , ,
a spiritless chill, may his heart beat still,
As water turns to blood, and sweat into tears, as dreams turn to
nightmares,
and love is to fears,
the natures divine, will fall in time, to the world so chilling to
wish it was mine.
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