The universe collided
With itself.
With itself.
The stars had sat too long
Upon their shelf.
Upon their shelf.
God had forgotten
To spill them out.
To spill them out.
The Realm consumed
In throes of doubt.
In throes of doubt.
But one remained
With eyes to see.
With eyes to see.
He took a chance
And dared to be
And dared to be
More than his maker,
Less than the world.
Less than the world.
He took the plunge,
With wings still furled.
With wings still furled.
He prayed to nothing,
And he could never tell.
And he could never tell.
We owe him everything:
SAMAEL
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