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Night Ritual
[font=Verdana][font=Georgia]As my dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In unholy terror I fall limply
while the end of life approaches.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon blind eyes.
This is my untimely death
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In unholy terror I fall limply
while the end of life approaches.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon blind eyes.
This is my untimely death
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