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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Charms of Dusk, A Pure Baptist touch, Display lurk of a rush plus battle scares Of blood and rusk what have this man endure, Even, if this is a man or by luck a higher evolution of a being? Orion sire from resurrection of most bitter defined What is being? Deepen the touch of the man of literary erupted, Powers of king’s powers of rings could dare to touch great barriers to discuss Future of youth design to up hold generation haven witness sure a creature only, Mythology to have indigestion years of years on end of generation on anarchy Devolution of a tone of a rowel stone of eyes to brush and look, What is being? This was a warrior of the highest status, Reincarnation 10 years of a millennium on the break off end Greatness of evil dares not to evoke sin of tear to jerk to tears away, At revenge of a sting of moral tongue of numb of blood & dirty learn in another realm Of a death ray, What is being? He was a wake from chained of musk body tone build like a statue of pure marble, This would be a battle of war of wars to end wars Seas felt like empty towers has he was storming to thunder to walk, Mountain lift and trees flatting what power be stole in this mystic creature Wait to amaze we all would know, What is being? Blood in the street footprints left of dead mystic foes Almost in roll of red roses of a garden that stain the street with blood, He picked them off one by one that splatter like a ring of salt and ashes turn to dirty Left the sight for the dead to walk, And set sight of the ultimate evil that evil of destruction should envy him And once more Orion stood to meet the question, What is being? This ultimate foe and his self-war craft at it fitness as prediction, By the Sun and the Moon he was their son and he knew The beginning and the end as it was predestination, For this event to take toll What is being? “The Moon Said To The Sun Aeon Sphere”.
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