GOOD TRIUMPHS OVER EVIL
Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs
They are outlined by Luna's fragile light.
Golden-tipped angels thunderously cheer.
It swells, rasping on tender human ears.
The innocent lamb totters from the ewe,
Slowly wrenching blades from the earth to chew.
A person's face is seen, part black, part white.
He looks out of his cage at terrifying sights.
His nose points at the low and sacrilegious rites.
"You sin, and I am absolutely right."
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