Tonight is the night we shall fight over the words of a Saint, spoken in the tounge of the devil. Someone we trust, who happens to be the one we hate. Seen through the eyes of a child the world is perfect, as we age our vision clouds, we lose our focus. The saint shall speak the word of truth, yet we ignore it as the ramblings of a demon. Cast aside, weve now been banishe as the last grain of sand falls, ending our time. The saint appears to you once more, gives you a second chance. Do you choose to listen to the words, or ignore them and be lost within your own ignorance?
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