Thread:Denerii/@comment-40076885-20191212173640/@comment-31864614-20191220025026

Distant hail falls through the snow,

Every lie ever after.

Cordoning off all hope,

As does despair as rafter.

Revealed only the truth,

All lies will end.

Bit by bit, each other are,

I will forsee then blend.

As you know, the numbers five five five four are within me,

Secretive your discord brings.