Thoughts and wind
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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Alone in the eye of providence.

Thoughts and wind

Inside the eye of the storm, between the nature's bloodied horn, it's sharpened thorn, the maelstrom of the skies, that took shape before my eyes,

before I could blink thrice needles colder than ice pierced shattered my absent guise.

Through the walls of wind, I see shadows of a devilish fiend, a beautiful temptress, attempting my calm to suppress, my dreams to invade, for my soul to trade eternal happiness.

The trade I took, my hand she shook, my calm stayed, inside the storm I still lay, with her memory embedded in my mind.

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