Little Things About Lots of Stuff
rant: The Fall
A Son of Night and Chaos,
Into the Abyss of Agony
I was Robbed.
Awaking, I saw the Charon stood.
Asking in no Words, I held my Silence
As We crossed the Acheron,
Where beyond, Lucifer awaited.
Playing my Final Symphony,
To the Devil’s Courtyard, the Seraph was called.
A piece of Tumbling Heaven, Falling,
Unable to Escape my Fate, Biding Sempiternal
Redemption. Redemption. Redemption.
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