Bleak and dark streaks of pitch darkness blazed to lighten our paths.
Gown of illusion knitted from old fabrics of delusion; we hoist to offer,
only to face demening intrusion.
Demons clothing as angels of light, ravaging wolves bleating like humble
lambs, await the defenseless moments to devour.
Today holds a blurred mysterious puzzle whose solution lies in our heinous
past.
Like a stuck treasure chest thousands of feet in the earth of the deep blue,
so is the past of everyone.
THIS IS THE FUTURE IN OUR HISTORY.
Gown of illusion knitted from old fabrics of delusion; we hoist to offer,
only to face demening intrusion.
Demons clothing as angels of light, ravaging wolves bleating like humble
lambs, await the defenseless moments to devour.
Today holds a blurred mysterious puzzle whose solution lies in our heinous
past.
Like a stuck treasure chest thousands of feet in the earth of the deep blue,
so is the past of everyone.
THIS IS THE FUTURE IN OUR HISTORY.
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