Prologue

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'Your eyes are blind,
So blind you believe you won
The hope you cling to is false
Darling May, little girl
That hope is a mere child's hope
A child's dream
The darkness is thick,
the blood in their veins are thick
Dark, dark black blood
Their blood is pure as their soul
And what a wonder it must be if it so;
Their blood is black as the Abyss of stars
How impure they must be if it is so.
This ghastly hope you cling to is
a child's a dream
One so pathetic, one so false.
One so simply ridiculous
One so simply dead, much like you
'

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