Shards of devotion hounded by the wolves of paradise
Calling forth the desolate plains drowned in the laughter of simplicity
Pearls of wisdom shy away from knowledge and understanding
For the epitaphs of the undead are all that remain in fires of the cyclone
Tears of yearning for callous words strike a hint of discord
Harkened by the trumpeting of fatality and delivery from the abyss
Those are naught but the lost souls of wandering forever onward
Called by numbness Haunted by frailty Scorched by the rain
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