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Blinded By a Dark Matter SkyFrom the dissolving of the rights of expatriotismcomes the fury of the soulless I lie on my back never knowing if I am awake. Never knowing, I feel the summons of the Plague. These visions hunt me. The coolness of the rain eases my fever-ridden body... It started as a fever -- from what I know not -- masses expel forth, their souls in plain sight, less is their nobility. So the souls stay to hunt, starved and bewildered the rest wander. Above me flies a thousand, a flock that disregards me and fly onto the south. Upon looking again, they're not there. Stained black are my hands where they once grew, I will never use his name again; I call to the banishment of the wind. The lord turns his back and lashes with his great tail; the Earths hakes from this and I find a young, dead foul. I blaspheme those that took it from me. I bent down to comfort it. Holding it, I cry deeply and insanely for its love for me is gone. It's carcass feels cold, and feathers they shed; A feeling of excitement crosses me: with each violating thrust I feel enlightenment I hate, so to me they come. I fall to my knees; I raise my hands above me. "For what!!" I scream "For nothing", a voice answers back. I turn and see king lucifer ablaze. "For what!!" he cries out. "For nothing," the voice answers back. 9. Rebellion at Norance |