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Emperor Prometheus The Discipline Of Fire And Demise

the constant struggle for a moment of quiet indulgence eventually stirred and quaked the earth so hard it swallowed him in a dark and heavy cloud slowly and

And again he came to cherish The comfort of mysteries Inspiring and far away timeless in the moment They painted immortality Forever drawn towards the

the hope That it will prosper and devour" "It is time after miracles and I am its prophet I have not come to cure but to bear witness decease" ... and

me the tongue of fire so that I may set the world ablaze for it is cold and this blindness can no longer give me shelter teach me the tongue of fire

... he looked upon the world and saw that it was still depraved as him though not like him for him, as all but closed like them not him unaware he