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The waves burst forth from the rumbling seas, The forceful winds thunder above the forests of green, The blazing sun shines a bright streak, The stretches of sand spread far into the unseen; A sword of life shines above the horizon, A whisper of death creeps into the soul, A battle begins for those who have risen, A grave destiny begins to unfold; Beneath the burning sky of a fiery red, Beyond the molten lava of the volcanic black, Besides the lands where all live in dread, Be it here that the battle will be fought; Cries of the sane will be mingled with frenzy, Calls of the commander shall be lost asunder, Claims of the arrogant will sure

A thin tendril of smoke rose from the abyss within the shadows that endlessly shifted dark was just a term one spoke of in these times fathomless from the beginning of the world Light now a faded illusion it's divinity becoming nothing but a myth Struggling against the invisble shackles chained to life in misery and despair Tears shed by those who watch yet not a inch they move to relieve the atrocities survivors move on, relishing small trinkets of freedom in constant fear of being imprisoned again yet the world continues to observe untouched by the astounding endurance cold to the grief and pain enveloped in the greed and pettiness of

Wrath. The Source of all Hatred The Blackest of hearts possess this curse It infringes on every border of happiness Spreading fire and anarchy in a storm. Lust. Those who have fallen in this desire pungent is their thirst faces shine with a wretched emotion their existence a blemish on the world Pride. Vengeful, deceitful it is not It's claws embedded in the soul It rears it's ugly head in the most innocent of men A shadow it is, arrogant and haughty, endless and powerful. Gluttony. A sin it is beyond no doubt within the chasms of the world it exists aplenty submerged in the aromas and textures it drowns a soul in its desire Avarice. Jew