It began long ago.
Armed with desire, shame, fire, and power.
It was the destruction of beauty.
Light bound forever, and guardians
shrieking as they fell from their ivory towers.
Never a mere decree, but true as mistake.
You can't hold on to what you raid
if you're the exception to the belief.
She spoke.
I will show you, you will see me.
And together the heavens crumble for love doesn't prescribe hate.
There the wasteland echoed,
the disaster left in her wake.
Pain and torment preyed on the weak,
but bred power to those who rose up and forbidden to speak.
The rain of ridicule and torture cast her out,
down to the depths of the black blazing sun.
Would it be death and carnage,
or birth of the Red-Winged One?
Silence eternally forgotten and lost,
until the subject could be heard.
I will absorb,
created from filth and...
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