So this is the day
The day Leo will burn his paintings
It should be safe to call it Ragnarok
The day of the blood sun

We stand in broken lines
For long we waited for this day unprepared
It came like a surprise
The tortoise won the race against the hare

Were lucky its only a poem
But if this is no poem
Then I pray u won't be tarnished
I pray you take two wings and a crown

For what have a beggining have an end
What have an end have a purpose
And what have a purpose have a creator to execute it
Whatever have a creator should slip the grip of doomsday

Apollos Alpha
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