This is the last you will see of it, a blight; souless and alone in a losing battle. Yet we still sin and war goes on; a never ending cycle. I am the weapon of mass destruction, the plague of darkness infects my core, watching the rose wither away.
A lost child with a dying innocence and time invading as darkness engulfs and Rises.
The darkness will rise unless contained, time will approach and bestow the fiercest storm that lays hidden in the darkest place waiting to unravel. The void will grow, forgiveness lost as anger spreads like a plague.
The darkness will stay till the end of time, suffering in a forever eternity as shadows fade into nothingness. The darkness will rise unless contained, time will wait while centuries pass.
A silent voice, a silent heart.
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