It has happened again;
Love lost in a funeral cave.
Light shocked the tremulant trenches,
and awakened a vile bud.
Overextending a crusade of continuance
That's littered with late men.
The adversaries adding in the dark.
Their souls bittersweet,
Whilst licking their lathering lips.
Tis the next passage of evolution,
Like boiling water, destined to diminish.
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