With all hope being whiped out,
And no life spawning on Earth,
A miracle occured in the desolate space,
Of which nobody would expect...
A flower did spawn,
And that night, the Dark Lord yelled in rage,
For he was wrong about life,
And his mind began to slowly decay...
Then, from whereabouts unknown,
People and life came,
Out from hiding and into the light,
And flooded the world again...
A rebirth of the world,
And human life itself,
Melting the ice and dispensing of the ashes,
Freeing the world of past sin...
The Dark Lord disappeared,
Into the cosmic mysteries of the world,
Unable to understand the human intention,
To start again and rebuild...
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