Amethyst coins hail onto the tinny metal
Percussions annointing tales of stormy weather
Persistent deployment sealing suspicions
'bout alterations and
a single degree...
The tipping point; Inertia's inevitability.
Is this rain, or is this water, is it wine
From the heavens?
Or Devils, imprisoned by their nature?
Are we skipping ahead, or are we
Too far behind?
Falling
to freeze,
Falling
to
fi
re
Or shall we become a triumph
over Adversity's breadth...
Aye, I believe these to be
Amethyst Harbingers of the next test.
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