It was that night the acension fell.
And my appointment now awaited in hell.
It was then I knew, that something was barried inside.
Not in my heart, but at the bottom of the sea.
The moon underearthed, the coldest night to be.
When the sky went red, and not a soul was to be found.
The world no longer turned round.
As the profiecy was long foretold.
The end of all things had begun to unfold.
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