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Those were brutal times
when lamentations
echoded
in the wind

And the furnace
of anger
dried the taste of tears

Growing stronger
evolving
to revenge

Proud and arrogant

Casting shadows
far and wide

Eclipsing
the sun of reason

The true embodiment of sin

By seelie

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