(( D a r k . A n g e l ‘ s . P r o p h e c y ))

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The winged child of internal dark

Beholding the vial, veiled mark

Promises the ephemeral blight

That will obliterate the sunlight

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Silver blades promise the world’s demise

With the ominous, pious sunrise

That lingers in your sullen, shrinking heart

Waiting for collapsing time to depart