Long ago, far away, skies and dimentions away. Where the dead live again, and the live die. Where light is the blood filling the chipped wine glasses.
Light was good, light was divine - peacful and right. When the light dimmed, the shadows screamed. Vicious, cruel, sinful. The eyes of the light were filled with worms, hands stained in blood. [REDACTED] was dead, but the light had to be saved.
Through thorns and blades, for the love of [REDACTED]. The light is precious, the light is to be saved. The light stains my hands, wings, face. The light is in my eyes, the light is in my mouth. The light lies shattered in the centuries behind me. Destiny has found me, I have saved the light.
The universe is cold, my feathers spoke so. The shadows of war have consumed my bliss, [REDACTED] found death. I pray for rescue. The Heavens fell. I pray.
Do you pray along?
YesWhat other choice do you have.
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