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Infinitude Of Arcane Souls

Fallen Engel·July 27, 2018

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Infinitude of Arcane Souls

written by: Fallen Engel

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With a shattered mind and withered strands of life, my sorrow has amplified to very old. I am a seraph with disassembled wings searching for that darkened soul to take the chaos from the fringed black hole. This engel beckons for the utterances to be silenced and the final decay to halt. So, as the darkness ebbs upon our timely fusion the wind will have farewells no more.

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