Loss Time
Thievery lurks about home and there,
where mercenary control & future dies.
Menacing slaughter of bone & flesh slip away on wings of breath.
Neither cover nor strand escapes Time.
where mercenary control & future dies.
Menacing slaughter of bone & flesh slip away on wings of breath.
Neither cover nor strand escapes Time.
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