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Untold

The world filled with flames and war.
Angels and Demons fight for something both want,
Freedom.

Niether can win nor can they be set to freedom.

Both chasing something that never existed. It was just a dream, an illusion, a figure of imagination.

Because in this world,
This is no prize to win and no whole story to be told.

Only part of a story, never to be finished
Because,
The world filled with flames and war.
Angels and Demons fight for something both want,
Freedom.

But that my friend,
that unfinished story,
Shall never be untold.

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