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End of the Iron Race

          Lightning
             Thunder
                      Clash, his tears fall on
            Gaia’s bare bones.
      Moans escape the now filled pits of Hades.
               Only Charon smiles.
His greed is finally quenched.
  The furies bow their heads,
    There is nothing left to foresee.
          Cities crumbled
                  The wicked were freed
And the children were born grey.




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