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Feb 2016
oh  bud of Mephisto in the  Blackest night of  stray
Say how is  it that  the  winter will Come here now?, When the spring has  turned  into dust

Our Savior has fallen
our Future has  darken
Our strength has corrupted
but we still stray
Written by
iziktan
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