Moonlit and touched golden by sun, my magic is unwritten within the depths of the sea.
Sunken, the shed of my blood, untouched by hate and restless scorn, leaves no pity to bear witness to the wretched.
My ageless impurities shall avenge the timeless sorrow from which relentless monstrosities sought the death of my soul.
Angelic as it may, enriched by the purity in me, never shall the trench of doom define my fate.
For i have known vast treasures crashing against the waves of doubted strength and sanity.

Not a another could take away from you what you do not permit.

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