07 June 2008



Once again he returns,
A warning to mourn,
Whispering into mind he burns,
What you usually will scorn…

How heavy my eyelids have became,
Those strong arms weigh a tonne,
All my wonder have been put to shame,
Just because of him alone…

As time draw nearer,
Will the sword be raise well?
Draw the power for a strong barrier?
Failure will lead to another jump into hell…

Begone thee o, Acedia...

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