Black Death
maddeningly ubiquitous sun face punishment
helpless flame of the sun on the dead have a dungeon fatal
fighting sin blaspheme
iron mother lies
of the storm, it looks contrary to everything
Lapi last loch raven like iron rose
but rose in the dog runs away
even the darkness of lies
ephemeral suffer wound
only now Lapi spell out despair ghosts
They expect to clean up
World rejected the sky hides
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