Battle Won

Slipping, sliding
Sinking, dying
Light turns to night
No hope of living

Tears for the river
Flooded to the brim
The cup runneth over
All drown
In misery

Darkness overtakes
Evil is winning
Souls call for blood
Flashing, slashing
Rapids run red

Wailing and keening
Tear through the walls
Will calm this carnage
Tortured bodies

Someone has had much fun this night
They say that good
Always prevails
What delusion


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