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Awaken to dreamers delight, 
From sleepers dreary night. 
Fears fall away with nature’s warmth. 
Beacons of heavens light, 
Truly are a welcome sight. 

When night time brings, 
Woken from chorus of hellish songs. 
Dire, and forlorn demons sing.
Upon blackened ravens wing. 
Seeking lost souls, 
That are ready for the taking. 

Thus the tale be told, 
Of beauty that heaven did hold. 
For Fallen angel whose soul he sold
Exiled from heavens own hand. 
To rain hell upon wretched wicked man. 

Time weaves this epic tale, 
To show just how we are frail.
Our time be short on heavens scale.
For we’re just part of this… 

Humanities epic Tale. 

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