Behold! A land writhing in cold
prophecies untold, uttered by the foolish and the bold.
Where the darkest of clouds swirl and unfold
to reveal a land ripe with a decay uncontrolled.
Forevermore stained in the wet contorted hues of crimson red
where life continues, if not broken, as a soulless token
To this, what else can truly be said?
if...
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