Beneath Prophetic Eyes
I dreamed before the dawn arrived, Of souls that screamed yet none survived. The stars were whispering through the gloom, Their voices mourned the coming doom. I told the crowd what death would bring, They mocked the truth within my sting. They danced beneath the blazing dome, Their laughter died where lost souls roam. Within my blood, I felt the tidal grave, That surged to claim what none could…
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