The grate thunder
AS THE day began to fade the night sat in a grate thunder rang out with the sound of darkness screamed in a voice of wicked things to come .look to the east darkness spoke out to the west behold eyes are open yet you chosen not to see the evil that cometh this way. he will walk among us in the form of man some will embrace him with his lies and disseat riding on a black horse his beauty as man have never laid eyes on like a deathly plague he will spared through the country bring death an suffering to all who touch his wicked hand
The wind will stand still and all living thing shall parish in grate many. In addition, darkness shell rain the sunlight no more .the voice of man will become mute. In addition, the sound of peace and freedoms whispers shall to remain in the grips of never ending darkness. time grows short the world need a spokes person or let darkness speak for us all this shall be the saddest day when the day cometh and the end began go tell al that the eye can see of the evil that cometh this way be not fooled by the words of darkness
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