Throbs are seen, Cell walls melt. While he dares Fate wily heirs wait. Hell’s call felt, sobs obscene.
Timeless succinct poem. Heirs grow grey but would die for a golden carcass. Blessed are they with poor relies for they will be resilliant.
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Timeless succinct poem. Heirs grow grey but would die for a golden carcass. Blessed are they with poor relies for they will be resilliant.