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The Regime |
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A wicked wind blows
through the lands, Hatred peers onto the
plains. The sky despairs with the
sights it bears, And dark clouds cannot
cover the shame. A day by day dream, a
hellish machine, Which makes nightmares of
fathers and wives. An evil of man, with a
powerful hand, Now crushes the lands of
the light. Fire has failed to cleanse
him. Love is a joke to his
hordes. Hope is but a flicker of
comfort. Power is all that he
loves. Terror fills all of the
living. Death is a merciful fate. The hand of the wicked
comes forward, And but few rise to
challenge its hate. The sword of the righteous
shall smite it. The hope of the chosen
shall purge. All power here born by the
wicked, Shall summon the good to
converge. ~ Raziel “Zeal is its own
excuse.” |
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