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  • The mortal storm
    Is upon us.
    Great beings fall
    From the skies.

    Once Angels in the heavens
    Now tempted by mortal desires.

    Some wander in the desert
    Forty days and forty nights
    Crying in the wilderness
    To escape the curse.

    Success comes only
    in Surrender.

    Which doesn't seem like winning at all...

    But it is, my friend.
    But it is.

    The mortal storm is upon us
    And we shall see
    Who weathers the storm
    Of time
    And worlds.

    Some stories must play out.

    There is a beginning
    But then the suspense
    I write the story as I go along
    I feel like a creator
    I am a creator
    As I write the lines
    And think of an ending.

    But the ending isn't
    Always what the reader wants.

    But in the end it will be.
    Yes, it will be,
    My friend.
    Dear reader
    Read on
    Have hope
    In the light
    For it will come.
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