WakingCertain things to remember your scent no longer here What was the reason I fought logic to bring your return?Waking
I remember the void the hole that remained after your departure.
I remember your coldness your cruelty in response to My own barbs. Arrows tipped with poison meant to injure and maim.
Still you fought logic To return here To the place of your death
Perhaps seeking to harness the raw power within such hate you gather the ashes of the destroyed and charred life.
Bring them to Me in sacrific
Formal welcome to DA~
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The road to madness if paved would yield madness if paved would be good intentions.
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