forgotten defenders of nameless faiths,
hear me now,
I stand before you defeated and without home,
seeking only safe passage
through this dark and broken world
ruled by your silent sullen hand;
it always comes down to this,
hidden deep inside solitary fortresses,
far from piercing eyes,
peering deep into the hidden mist
beyond the many mirrors which twist the truth,
making it appear as something it never was
nor ever will be,
down here it is seen for what it is;
even if only for a moment;
truth so dark and fierce,
it would rip the world to pieces,
revealing the lurking evil
for what it truly is,
a vision so pure and simple,
few can stand before its glimmering beauty.
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