I have called out to those who were forgiven;
The light of the sun burns as brightly as ever,
As the bound limbs of the Gorgon, begin to sever,
In timeless gore, alas life has come to become,
Rampant forces of the weak growing ever stronger,
And when the warrior heart shall arise from slumber,
So the tide shall turn as the waves grow in number,
Give apt credence to the folklore of a millennium,
The different fates all point to the same continuum.
- J.Bibi
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