We all fear. Grieve with sorrow.
Feeling the power of love, hate, and nothing.
The wind will guild you through it.
Around the hate that is around you.
To overcome the nothingness before you are nothing.
Surrounding what you have loved and will love.
Wind's Grace dances on pace.
May it change to soft, nothing will happen.
To fast, Hate has corrupted.
And the grace is gone to nothingness.
Wind's Grace has died off on me.
But it didn't go to hate, it went to nothingness.
So I am nothing. Forgiving no one. Seeing nothing.
No Hope for others. No Hope for me.
Dreams are gone with the grace.
Love has become a sorrowful memory.
For I am none. To become nothing.
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