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The Apocalypse
The cries of the deceased echoes in the hollow chambers of Hell Their shackled souls…wasted breathes…fills the suffocating air Fumes of withered skins…the scorched hearts can not tell The existence of justice…in a world
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Envelops of Ebony
In the surreal realms of hazy dreams Forged with lost faith where she cradles your faded memories Along the flow of the wild streams Cold with obstinacy where all the hopes freeze Across the
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