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The angels hum an ancient melody,
To them an ode, to us an elegy,
Carelessly bathing in the demise of their kind,
Blood and water are the same to the blind.

"π‘Šπ‘’ 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿ
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ πΈπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž
π‘‚π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’
π‘‚β„Ž, π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑀𝑒 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’?" - πΏπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Ž π‘†β„Žπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’

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Final Artwork

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