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warming rays are shadowed by threatening clouds,
while hissing winds create the oddest sounds.
linked to the power and speed of a beam,
ion is cast to this strange and fake scene.
forced into an isolation, struggling for light;
ion rises to slowly take up the fight.
man's on the verge of darkening lights,
condemned to destruction's everlasting nights.
the memory of golden age's
heavenly powers slowly fades.
books of wisdom, highly honoured,
knowledges have long been smothered.
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