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Feb 2019
In dark times, the eye can see
Everything falling before destiny
Demons rise as emperors in disguise
Therefore the end shall come forth in our eyes
Then we shall know it is us to be obliged
For we will feel the wrath of our past
As painful as a shot that no one shall come forth to avast
And At last we shall receive the punishment we have eternally surpassed
Written by
Eliel Pinto
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