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ShuffleGysin 3: Disclockworks "Miss Death, please cut my head off, for I do not wish to return."ShuffleGysin 3: Disclockworks by *NeuronPlectrum
The people thought themselves the keepers
"Reaper in Red, may I lay in your shadow?"
The shades under the people lay burdened by the weight
Those of next are made by time to stand and be counted for the actions of mothers and fathers
"Miss Death, are we not the masters who stacked the stones to keep time in check?"
The children see delusion as delusion not as a stone like those that bring the green
Those of next look back upon the dread and shy from what they shall see next
The shades under the people are pulled by time toward the graves that mark when next fal


ShuffleGysin II: Dark Glass Forgiveness is not in the knowing but in the seeing as shards of glass tilt upon the stones by way of the windShuffleGysin II: Dark Glass by *NeuronPlectrum
Alone she is to remain amidst the ruins and burned parchments while Redemption, to his kin, makes amends by way of the path
The chapters and verses of old record the tomes of old speak of nothing of the hope of
Nights of pain were in those days common the music of fire echoed along the path
The tree that devours sends its roots toward the dark palace and recalls the times that came before
To those of next amends are made the tree that devours takes up root
Finding the way to the door with blood upon the frame the tree tha
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