.....in dusty chambers dwell... a name resides within his log of executions, and its title:
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Why dost thou cry or little boy, are you afraid of me?
Whence upon my altar, am I a demon of your reflection?
Am I the weight to pull you down wherein death, my aura
despite appearance would'st thou think of me for a man?
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Would this darkness conceal but you...for I
shall forge my path now and thus you wont feel it coming, nor the hiss for it is swift and vicious.
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Yet I halt...as if to some unwavering...this frail
a thousand isles affect me yet it resides within his eyes like a tempest...
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Yea, these reigns I cannot defeat, for the gallows is unwritten.
Yea, shall he persist as yesterday's song, a dirge for the crowd.
"A plea for gods sake!", yet I must do.
Thou cries, but there are those who snarl too
whom awaits in the shadows loom
just as thee but to sight,
a candy
drop.
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And in the valley of darkness
black portals align.
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The gates are opened;
Soars the heavens! That gives me strength, roars that cloud my vision..
Ere the vanishing of suns...
pale skies...O demons of the sky, rupture!
"Watch my deeds to the brim!
And give me nepenthe for the aftermath
thus afterlives I have slain!"
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"Hush my blade now begetter of life!
Do naught but cry, and face me as if father!
Little boy, O'why didst thou deserved faith.
Look thwart the light now and forget this place.
I, the angel and the everlasting choir!
Hear me now!
That I sing for them!
That I weep for them!
So close your eyes, that I sing for them!"
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