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Bear these words upon the flesh of the dying children.

Come forth the lost, the great truth be known.

I behold, o wanderer of wild darkness.

The shadowed path, the silence of severed tongue.

Descendant of ravenous jaws carved gluttonous ruin, writhing in sanguine seas. Condemned before the gates of sorrow and absence, Two hands raised drowning in suffering.

Oh poor child, taken life.

Time was not your enemy.

Falling seeds, intelligent strife.

Manipulative Alchemy.

Give shadow form for I have spoken. To envoke true manumission.

Hear me now for here is the day of reckoning. With Black-Hearted rage and eyes of unholy fire I will strike thee down.

Oh poor child, taken life.

Time was not your enemy.

Falling seeds, intelligent strife.

Manipulative Alchemy.