We run the world.
By Kiraa
There is an open cave.
She is searching for a book.
The world is being conceived by sin, it's crawling with it.
The skies are speaking.
It is time.
There are windows being painted black.
People being trapped.
There are paths being crossed,
being tugged at by the enemy.
We will win.
It is our world.
It is our future.
It is our choice.
Let's stand up.
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