Protogenos
Protogenos I've made a darkness, I call home. There I kneal before thorny throne. Opon it sits my hearts desires. Beyond it burns a lake of fire. On my alter, I cut and slice, Tearing away at chunks of life. And in the blood across the floor, hopes, dreams and a double edged sword.
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