A flash of light cracks through the void.
33 majestic feathers let loose from the wings of the fallen. Half this and that but all determination, life, blood, and glory; or is it fear? Growing smaller, peace at last is met by contrast. Witness the death and birth, flow with unkown meaning and anxious jealousy of a fate written in stone. Damn, time is cruel, love is lost, waiting for the end of eternity. The beach with no horizon, stranded alone in the sand, every 1,000 years a bird arrives to remove one grain. Oh what a fate, to sit stuck and wait. Stranded all alone, wanting back the place you used to hate. I will not share my time with you, misery, leave me to my love of nothing and enherantance of everything. Peace be unto you, you're going to need it.
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