Seasons...

Niroth

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An attempt to crystalise reality
By my hand it is smashed
Thus you struggle to fit the pieces together
Your train of thought has crashed!

Feeble wretch, fight for your mind
Muscles begin to tense
Panic sets in, madness begins
Struggle for fragments of sense

Your search for truth has led you here
To the place of your demise
Now locked into eternal fear
The scales fall from your eyes

Time warps into a cycle
This moment will never cease
Forever to relice the hatred
You feebly cry for peace

Weakling!
The chronocrators own your days
They are fuelled by your poisoned soul
And vengeance for you meddling ways