Looking over the canyon,
Grand and conniving,
A grim smile across the broken earth.
My voices echoes from it's bounds,
Without the faithful demeanor from which it came.
It calls back to me in the gambit of hatred,
'Shall you let evil rise again, or will you ***** your hand to end it.'
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
Looking over the canyon,
Grand and conniving,
A grim smile across the broken earth.
My voices echoes from it's bounds,
Without the faithful demeanor from which it came.
It calls back to me in the gambit of hatred,
'Shall you let evil rise again, or will you ***** your hand to end it.'
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