Fall
From the massive blast I fall it was the sound of vengeance I do recall. On the hill of
wayward innocence I bring forth the light that ended this, from teacher to master who
created this divine disaster. Venom is the fall of powers right hand on the throne of
enlightened death heads hordes gather for mayham and destruction fall is the palace that
resurrect them. Scream for the struggle that cures the house of jackels and forgives the
wolves that birth the fall from this a new day spawns and end the chapter on the fall.
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2010
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