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Dark The skies shall open from above
Fear and hate replacing love
Fallen life's purest dove
Blood stained feathers from above
The skies shall rain down their fire
Leaving none to build the pyre
Unforseen and ever dire
And still death shall never tire
Thirteen times will these flames blaze
Ashes falling in a haze
Few to see in these dark days
Few to wander these dark ways
And then the skies shall burn again
This time fires from within
Burning, peeling, from the skin
Never shall the terror end
But one to see through the sky
One to rise up so high
Above the ashes, pheonix cry
Never time to wonder why
But hope is thin in the hands of the few
Who failed to see the fires through
But one can quickly become two
When the time comes, who are you?
