The Death Angel
Heavenly rain salt bend earth shake look to a past of a Colosseum rims rings of sight in power of tar of black salt it might
hate wrath the bitter taste look a man a thunders snow storm clap elapse the wrath seen with in a man heart in deeds
for felt for those knew a path emerge to take a look or shadow that may felt as one
notice of the up bring weapon or siege of peace engrave look of past of family crest
yet weapons are forge what forms a over cast a past wounds to walk along is who yet to judge should a man character show
for every strive of every stone willing step of breathe words over clam shadows voyage
breathing moving sense is more of pasting of time pain that judge holds higher to move on to each tactic
lost of words or lost to found peace of mind hold on to hold to holiness.
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