words fill, the chapters come It dissipates, it stays Spirits call, spirits rise Desolate skies, spirits die Falling hard, arriving fear Feeding on the weakest
words fill, the chapters come. It dissipates, it stays. Spirits call, spirits rise. Desolate skies, spirits die. Falling hard, arriving fear. Feeding on the weakest
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