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Blade of Arkose

Dreams and screams sleep
hand in hand, as a murderous mist
creeps the land, killing and spilling
by blood and by sand
of The Hourglass Blade
made to be grand.

It fits the bill for his power
great, to love with a shove
for the sake of a hate
for angels and men, a desire
to sate, to conquer above
and destroy that Gate.

Rise to the skies with that Blade
of old, to slash and gash, to
make them cold by waves of graves
and souls to be sold,
cut them down
with that Blade of old.


6/10/15
05:47
Written by Red_Rabbit
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