The black hole- Will suck you up- The hearth with in- Will burn out- And the frigid air- We’ll learn to breathe- Once more- Nightfall will come- Bringing the creatures of the Dark Sith- Out from the dwelling- Of our nightmarish myths- Its rage will manifest- Inside the minds of the disturbed- Then it will find an eloquence- That will intoxicate the hearts of fools- By way of its deceiving words- And it will defy explanation- By its obscure evidence- Though seen with friendly aspirations- Its mission will have an everlasting impression- Its power is manipulation- Its meaning is disturbing- Lacking any compassion or reasoning - The Dark Sith, part of a larger picture- Howling its ghastly melodies- With demonic possession- Pushing its way to the surface- Bringing its appetite for destruction- It is the legacy from supremacy- It is the legacy from domination- It is the legacy for destroying faith- And replacing it with cynicism- Suspicion and sarcasm- The cursed will not escape- Roam and hide as they may- The Sith will spread like the plague- By way of a madness- That will wear infinite masks- And speak infinite tongues- And those who may have crossed its path- Know the strength and power- Of its apocalyptic wrath-Birth sign: Libra
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