Oh thou for art Blessed Yan, Thou art bear seed, Thus born Cyan.
Thou light shine bright on blessed lands, Thus fruit we grow rooted deep where art thou stand.
For dawn shine bright in thy light we are ordained, Thou shou lose self in thy own gain.
Fore as Yan Nears the Sunshine's peak, So too our seed grow realms highest tree.
As Yan begins descent from grace, So too thou tree infected by sickened fate.
For How The cyan Rise Will be Cyan fall, Blood red wars, And death to all.
From man's womb birth Cyan Sin, For art thou retribution, Thus blessed Yin.
For how one stand we fall as one, Crushed beneath the Wrath of the Reaper's Son.
For his pain Unyield, His Fury true, He'll come for all, As death under moon.
Unbound by fate thou broken chains, Thou cyan Death come in Yin's pure rage.
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Ill-Fated: Son
FantasyTop lived his days as just another teen trying to make something of himself, but then most teens dont have their house attacked by demons, beasts, and a masked supersoldier? The more he learns of the war he was born to the more control he feels slip...
