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In the Eyes of the Beholder
For all the Gods that chose to be mortal.
Your power is not lost.
Slumbering thick,
below billows of waned confusion.
But never gone.
Stoke the embers of your own hearth
Beat the anvil...
Your power is not lost.
Slumbering thick,
below billows of waned confusion.
But never gone.
Stoke the embers of your own hearth
Beat the anvil...
