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Vision
written by Genocide Reaper07:42 PM 11/17/04| A cavern of casulties is open for the sleepers. Deep inside the darkness are the Reapers, and Keepers. One in the same, the ones who walk under the moonlight when it rains. A fire has broke out in your heart. Spreading deep inside into your spirit igniteing a spark of light. Yet you wonder why. Can't help but ask why. Its almost enough to make you cry. Some times you want to die. A battle field of death and destruction, buldings on the verge of falling down, yes easily crumbleing. Bodies fill the trenches, and blood stains the mud. The rain pours down, as the Reapers sweep through the devestated land like a flood. You see it inside of your mind, from these images you cannot hide, you are here, and it seems so real. Its the after life, so you feel like picking up a knife. After invision the waste lands of dead Angels and Demons. Humans alike. All dieing freely. A time and place, that is so far away, a figment of dreams you just declare as disarray, living inside of a corner you cry, and question God with a why. Now you hug your knees like a child and want to die. |
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