At the dawn of partus it’s the crib
At last of orcus it’s the coffin
Aevus and Orcus changes for no one
Not discriminating between the innocent
And the sinful.

The orcus follows the omnis.
The amor established all forgotten
By a faceless mystery called Orcus .

The ira flourishing but the little tristitudo
Knowing a nameless secret of life that will
Never truly be understood.

In dear aevus we will begin as a small infant later becoming a old women who could barely even function
Being born only to see the true face of orcus but not even having the Aevus

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