Idyllic temperate mystery
Woven along the time to be
Corrupted glare to the bend
Leaving it up to pretend
With a handful of seed
Nothing will build a new breed
Disease has lit the eternal flame
Beginning of the latest game
A descent into the deepest dark
Period of how to miss the mark
Opting for a steep decline
Claiming everything is fine
Pit of thorns bathed in light
Nothing has ever been so right

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