I turn to God,
He laughed and turned me away,
I turned to the Devil, and He
said let's play.
For forty years I hid from the sun
and cavorted into the night.
This macabre of black magic won
over the righteous fight.
But one day, I became old
and
As the bell tolled, resounding, it also told, of the death of the fallen Hero. His last quotidian day on earth and the detritus of memo...
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