Surge
Peace has
Arrived.
Rising like a fresh
Current
Through thick and
Stagnant waters.
The Dark
Stirs
It has lost its
Ground.
Lashing out, in its final
Surge.
Fear,
The Dark's only hope,
Gradually fading
Away.
Only a matter
Of time.
Breathe in the
Fresh and new.
Feel it raining down
From above.
A shower of
Spring flowers.
Consecrates our
World.
Peace has
Arrived.

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