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I sit here, alone, and in silence, nothing to calm my fears, and nothing to save me from darkness. Yet there is still light in a world so dark.Coming from bathing in blood. The evil creature steps out of hell, as if hell was just a room, and the pathway to it is just a door, and away with thy, the creature shrieks wanting freedom from the chains.The gentle deer, making no sound, singing with the forest, in a peaceful harmony, no humen shall no this peace, no humen well ever have this peace, humens set this forest a blaze, and watch the peacfulness die, it is a game, and they are the prey.fish no this peace aswell, but there world is cracked, between two worlds these no-so-gentle beings live, if thy would hear them out and save them from long metal stabbing and ripping, and stop them from being bundled by hair and swung around. But they sit there, getting cold, because of you, there light, is the true darkness.I want to belive that this is true, that peace is everywhere if you look, but as long as humens are still in this world we, the creatures of myth hud away from you in hopes that one day, we will have a peace rain, that we might be able to show our true forms and not break into war, hear me out, i am the messager, the one and only one left, humens killed us, what ever is left is in hiding.
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