The year was two thousand twenty four, the pandemic had swept the world, noses destroyed, and serpents flew through the air.
See the thunder
hear the dread
line the planets
jump up in time
we have a parade
here's the now
raise our hands
the dead will rise
Hercules wings spread your fire
anointed angels
it's Gods desire
The year was one thousand four hundred forty five, and the dark ages were about to be lit.
The year was five thousand seven hundred eighty four, and the world as we knew it would never be the same the new tower had been built by titans of youth on their mind and wishes of godhood in their souls.
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