Storm In the Lords
For shall the almighty dance with wickedness
Freasting darkness solidifies clashing swords
Forsaking us illuminates our lust for fulfillment
Attributes for grace heightens desolation’s plot
Fiend mends the holy terror back to life
Your gracefulness is deafening to us sinners
Exuberant romance awaken golden hour twilight
Lightlessness fuel starts to shed our midnight skins,
Letting us rejoice among the self-righteousness waters
Perplexing there was no storm in the Lords
Storms among harts in airlings wings has forsaken ourselves
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