Photo by: Marek Piwniki
Love is often found in the darkest of moments; yet the darkness can ruin our lives
These entities appeared with death's whistle, eagerly watching our next step and our next decision
Something followed us, as we were born into darkness the way Hephaestus was born through his tragic descent
There were no Olympians to protect us, because we defied them
We deserve what's coming to us, and it's coming when we exhale and face the truth
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