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Post by ElfChild on Aug 30, 2017 13:42:53 GMT -8
They are the dark Ever thirsty for their prey When the sun has turned its arc And sinks down below the day Discarded by the makers As the slag they cast away From the image of their labor Left to fester and decay Chained down by once was kin Bound by shackles in the day Long they have been sleeping By the one they were betrayed Though long now they have slumbered They will soon be all awake In the tremors they are stirring And bound off to fill their fate To the place of all the people Will they all be bound away For the coming of the crossing And to lead the light astray
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