A spontaneous harmony of thoughts within thoughts,
The clash of times in a different era,
Culmination of the inversion of bliss,
No way to ease the surging tempest…
A remembrance in all its dying light,
Sought a memory before it became the past,
Colored by our minds greatest illusions,
Entered a prism, and then was deviated by misinterpretations...
Affection was a way of luring,
An explorer in the maze of cruelty,
Cruelty bred by the deception of love,
By the hunger for flesh and the purity of blood..
The dogs which bore madness,
Once guarded the streets from demons,
Hovered in all its strength,
Killed by a moments weakness...
A remembrance in all its dying light,
Sought a memory before it became the past,
Colored by our minds greatest illusions,
Entered a prism, and then was deviated by misinterpretations...
Affection was a way of luring,
An explorer in the maze of cruelty,
Cruelty bred by the deception of love,
By the hunger for flesh and the purity of blood..
The dogs which bore madness,
Once guarded the streets from demons,
Hovered in all its strength,
Killed by a moments weakness...
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