Depths Of Realizations - Poem by Dennis Go
Decades passed by, lurking
My shallow grave. Seeing a soul
Be freed of eternity.
Under depths of realizations,
A new form of reign about to begin:
Seraphim arrives. Devils assemble.
Malevolent creations beneath.
Winged beings on high trampling.
Souls of lost adversaries
Announce the Great War as I rise;
Not knowing the Eons I've rested.
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