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Truth to be told. Truth to hold.
written by Genocide Reaper09:09 PM 11/18/04| I think Iv lost it all, and I'm wondering if I took a fall. but here I am I stand upon you! I am the one that stands alone on the stack of corpses get ready for the hate because this is where I'm bring it down! I am the rage, I am the fucking danger, I am the state of murder, I am the machine that you created to kill. I am everything you feel, and everything that can take your wounds and consume them so they may heal. I am the master of destruction, the dark lord of Laceration, I am the King of casulties, I am the wound that is deeper than space, I am the hate that is like a locked mask upon your face. Do you think you can scare me? Think again, I'll rip out your heart, and take a taste like its a mint. Yes you scarred me, blood dripping from every wound inflicted, pain consumes this God of blood gorgeing. Greatness endowed within the power to invade memories and past events, the pain that recreates itself in a blood stained fate. I am everlasting, all knowing, bleeding black upon your shivering soul, and quakeing soul. I will ressurect you into the Darkness, and leave Hell far behind, along with the thoughts of fools. I shall splash the blood of the dead onto your face and cleanse all of your fear. I will erase all of those sickening thoughts that drown you in tears! This is the truth to be told! this is the truth to HOLD! |
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I don't know what to think.. Or do at the moment... Just let that Darkness inside lead me.
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