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"The Eternal Battle Between Good and Evil" The hour
is late, the moon has risen Scarcely
visable, shielded by a heavy fog A dark
figure enters, barely seen, pushes open the rusted gates And
enters the final resting place of the dead A hard
stone path winds it's way like a slithering dragon through this valley of death The only
sounds are the steady whisper of the wind and leaves rustling The
shadowy figure walks on, till it finally reaches its destination at the end of
the path At the
conclusion of the twisting course stands a statue The wind
begins to whip through the trees, emitting shrieks resembling demons from down
below The dark
one stands against the motionless figure of the savior The fog
begins to slightly fade; the hidden one is more visible. He stands tall,
shrouded with darkness Don't
you see...he whispers darkly. You've lost; your perfect world has been damned
for all eternity. You gave
yourself to them, and then what? You played the martyr, they wept for you.
Fallen bloody tears, and for what? They
turned their backs, you were a fool. Upon speaking these words, a bitter cold
passes and the cemetary is empty again. The only
thing remaining is the harsh rivalry between good and evil.
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