What do you do when the world turns against you?
With no intentions on staying yet you cannot leave this hallowed place.
Unknown, you have been cursed by past sorrow and regret.
Falling down in an unconcious state into the eternal darkness which consumes you wholly.
Unable to wake up from your nightmares, your eyelids are sewn shut.
Where is thy hand.
The one with that iron grip, strong enough to pull you back to normality.
You must be saved.
So the world might be mended.
So the world might be mended...
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