The Holy Text conveys the eternal features of existence; combined mixtures all pertaining to light, darkness and a host: provided fixtures that will always be there.
During the realm, its breakdown with its formation of the state of this heaven; detailing its viewpoint of another existing haven: speaking upon this craven to divide themselves.
Life living among beings has its due downfall, done by dwelling with a wife attempting to belong: known incidences as strife at one's door.
A clear pathway which yields its destruction, furnishings of pain bent in your corruption: eruption of badly said things sent forth to terminate any cheer.
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