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[aid] => mick
[title] => As Devils Brood
[time] => 2007-04-03 13:27:51
[hometext] => A tale about an all to possible fate.
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Dusk had faded and all that was
was lost within nocturnal realms
Were we fated.. those of us
who'd long worshiped the haunted sun?
( Fallen )... such an evil word
spoken then in whispered myth.
Was it true or but a tale
carried 'pon a demon breath
I shan't believe it to be gone.
The jest is born of deviltry.
This I begged and hoped it wrong.
Alas the wound was planted deep.
Though the sun is black and hollow
still I walk the stolid moor
as devils brood with eyes of sorrow
guarding now the fallen world.
O' that I could turn the clock
or force the wretched hands of fate.
Alas our magic has been lost.
Our love forsaken for greed and hate.
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