Holy fire
The blade sits at the gates of abaadon.
It's fire content.
It's mastery above even the abyss.
This blade of unholyness.
Is my gateway to its surrender.
My lord of oblivion.
Whose name is forsaken.
Whose name sits on top of every level of hell.
Whose choice is whispered in the underworld.
Secrets and mysteries.
These lessons are simply that which speaks.
Above the rhymes of the incomplete.
Those who cannot be forsaken.
For they are dependent.
Once I said whispers defeat the innocence.
But the whispers have not begun.
These puzzle pieces don't fit together.
Before whispers defeat the innocence.
The coldness defeats the ignorance.
Am I awake... Again I wonder.
The blade sits at the gates of abaadon.
It's fire content.
It's mastery above even the abyss.
This blade of unholyness.
Is my gateway to its surrender.
My lord of oblivion.
Whose name is forsaken.
Whose name sits on top of every level of hell.
Whose choice is whispered in the underworld.
Secrets and mysteries.
These lessons are simply that which speaks.
Above the rhymes of the incomplete.
Those who cannot be forsaken.
For they are dependent.
Once I said whispers defeat the innocence.
But the whispers have not begun.
These puzzle pieces don't fit together.
Before whispers defeat the innocence.
The coldness defeats the ignorance.
Am I awake... Again I wonder.
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