Essai : 06/05/2023
Langue : Anglais
As they walked through the lands,
Wandering among all things,
Chaos wept.They know what were,
What is and what could be.
But the things ignore them all.
They cycle, in their corrupted pattern,
Aiming, each time, for destruction.And Chaos wept again.
The Children tried. Their voices,
Feeling familiar to the things,
But still unfelt.
Thus, Night fell and turned to Hell.Chaos grew silent.
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