An ancient cast this unburied corpse
like a leaf blown apart by a storm.
The Fallen cannot be seen by day.
One could drag the bloodied sea, the devil's den,
And seize no scrap of his blackened soul.
Soulless, his face shall sully forever.
His just reward his mirror reflecting
Naught but his eternally open grave.
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