(((w0f1l))), (((barefoot furry character))) (((made of, tiny neon filaments))), lion, anthro, made of neon glass filaments She caught a glimpse of those who wished to sail away The spectre of a dream to chase a better day The promise of a brand new start And she always said the visions left a mark The remnants of a stain tattooed upon her heart She watched them as they moved together Formed in pain, spirits gone Like armies slain, yet marching on Legions grow, faces change Yet after all the chaos, darkness still remains She’s never the same... One more revolution turn Watch the madhouse burn Carry on, carry on (((Rising angel in the ashes))) Shimmer in the show Shining in the afterglow Fire falls from heaven down below
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