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We were children of the night.
We were outcasts from the beginnings.
We found ourselves gathering
into secret circles.
Protected. Undetected.
We are cast as shadows
against foliage walls.
We have been worn down to nothing⦠But the joke has been
played upon them.
For in our sudden
transformation, transmutation,
our impurities have been excercizedβ¦.
We are the vessels,
the Eyes and Tongue of Moad.
We are the purities that are lost
on societyβ¦
We are the purpose
that has risen through purification.
I, YOU β¦
Are the Strength
by process of
alchemy.
*(Matthew Bowers)* ~93
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