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Who ever created this retched thing, That chokes my words, like a voiceless wing, Which kept illusive, like an unsolved crime, Forever had me searching, through the halls of time, Such mysterious a secret, that only time can tell, Constantly without it, my life a scorching hell, What evil schemer, made such a hideous plot, Miraculous scourge, to those who have not, Such incredible odds, against it are stacked, I'm not a computer, therefore cannot be hacked. Which demon, gave birth to life's feverish plague, Who's anguished redemption, of a feeling so vague, A calling of damnation, like the twist of a blade, If the chorus of heart

Who ever created this retched thing, That chokes my words, like a voiceless wing, Which kept illusive, like an unsolved crime, Forever had me searching, through the halls of time, Such mysterious a secret, that only time can tell, Constantly without it, my life a scorching hell, What evil schemer, made such a hideous plot, Miraculous scourge, to those who have not, Such incredible odds, against it are stacked, I'm not a computer, therefore cannot be hacked. Which demon, gave birth to life's feverish plague, Who's anguished redemption, of a feeling so vague, A calling of damnation, like the twist of a blade, If the chorus of heart

Trilogy Of Souls (Bereshieth) Chapter 4 Magnan let his eyes become accustomed to the darkness in the anti-chamber at the back of the Sower's throne room, if their were any orbs in his immediate vicinity then he was for a short few seconds blinded to them.  Where are the lights he thought, why were they not lit, the Raydon lights were self contained and were almost everlasting, so why was everywhere in virtually total darkness, Magnan knew it must have something to do with the orbs, but they hated bright lights and would not go anywhere near usually, but maybe they had found a way of overcoming this. Magnan didn't want to activate his