The Precipice
Walking on the precipice, hanging in the balance, voices warning us to turn from all that we've become. Vast amounts of energy spent on useless fodder as the innocents lay suffering beneath the deep decay. Walk the nighttime valley and descend the steps of time, stand between the noise and sound where silence is your light. Children of the stars this is your time to shine, the trials that you've endured bring this moment now to life. Rise up rise up, you're made of gold and fire, still the hand of the destroyer, still the hand of the divider.
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