The Looking Glass

Aspiring legends cape dynasty’s temple garden
Four winds magic desperate chimes
Desolation comprehension
To the dammed streets of laying souls
A piece of the hour glass fades the recognizing
Days will come to make sense of any purpose at all
And what should be when good and evil
See the indifference of suffering
Dammed spirits
Glory beckons the blood of heroes
The end at the gate
Squalls the sense of hope
When it feels like paradise through hardships unknown


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