Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: ... Paradise Lost Overanxious to assume the role, The silent leader with sad eyes Delayed the ressurection of his soul In the forest deep within the skies. Consume the wicked fruit and beware "For with the consumption, comes pain" Satiating the curiosity of "What is out there?" The evil seed was planted in our brains! Impatience rolled in the somber flowers And breathed in the utopia, and sighed From the blackest night to the finest hour All who disregarded the faith, have died And so it begins, unyeilding, meticulous What was pure, is stricken, regardless of cost And may seem at times, almost ridiculous, The bitter irony of a Paradise Lost .. IsrafeL of INSANE CREATORS ENTERPRISES (tm)
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