KillswitchSama [2017-05-25 03:42:54 +0000 UTC]
Come wayward souls who wander through the dark-ness. There is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear are easily forgot-ten, When you submit to the soil of the earth...
Grow, tiny seed. You are gone, to the tree Rise'til your leaves, Fill the sky. Until your sights Fill the air In the night! Lift your mighty limbs And give praise to the fire...
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