The Dark Fest
There are systems of distress
and the vioces in unrest,
There is mighty evil fest,
And the darkness at it's best,
Amidst the yell, emerging cries,
The demons cherish, them interest,
Purple feathers so scattered,
when angels buried down the crest,
Fortified the castle of darkness,
Demons pursuits of evil quest,
When harmony is distorted,
the world dismantled in a dark fest.
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