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I dream of dark skies,

Blood rivers
and red eyes.

Sins committed,
dreams forfeited.

Death has left his mark.

Scars carved deep into my flesh,
for death has done its best.

Fear now burned into my soul,

A fear I don't believe
I will ever fully let go.

The darkness has consumed the light,

A battle I entered
with all my might.

Now I feel my spirit longing for flight,

As I slowly disappear

into the night.