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Spirit, Heaven, Shadow, and Hell.
We lay upon you,
our binding spell.
Chaos and misery; happiness and cheer.
Drenched with anger, but always held dear.
First is
the Shadow, dark but sweet.
In our lands we will met.
Slither, slither, shadows come.
Slither, slither, one by one.
Our
element is sinister, but our hearts remain good.
Upon us we hold brotherhood.
Next comes Heaven, pure and warm.
Feathered
wings and beautiful form.
The golden gates open, while you gaze in awe,
At the marvelous sight, with an open jaw.
Pure
and warm we may be, if you anger us you will see,
We are not as good as we're cracked up to be.
Spirit is third,
with its mesmerizing mist.
In the fog is a mysterious twist.
For its floating spirits hold unspeakable power,
Strong
as an ax, but delicate as a flower.
In the mist where wolves lay dead and alive.
In the mist where we all should thrive.
Hell
is last, but certainly not least.
In the fiery depth is a malevolent beast.
The beast of anger, cruelty, and lust.
The
beast of feelings you should never trust.
Though some may be good, others are evil.
It's hard to sort the worthy from
the feeble.
-gottabthemartix
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