The battlefeild
Darkness in hiding, never will it go. Light may shine but scarsely these are things I know. never has divine evidence flown like wine never to show its abundant's in my lifes time.
Never do I cease, to think of things clear,
death comes with darnkness, this is all I fear.
Never do I cease, to think of things clear,
death comes with darnkness, this is all I fear.
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