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Foretold

What darkness traps my mind in time over?

What thoughts travel from hell

Placing claws in tender flesh?

The night air foul with danger

Sewers run thick with blood

No respite from the sound

of towns and villages burning

People run with nowhere to go

Death knocks on every door

This too is prophesied

The sun will shine again,

the rain will wash the streets clean

Ill wind shall be blown from its moorings

Town and village will rise anew…

AAAAA

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