How They Happen

Frowns the darkling sky in an endlessly gloomy time

Gathered by the sinister will; one would not proceed far

With the journey written in the secret pages of an illusionist

Who inks those prophecies with ink from the abyss

Taken from the uncanny spirits- distilled by infernal power

Those visions reflected on the delusional world

Consuming time and patience of an Earthly benevolence


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