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This all
written by Genocide Reaper11:12 AM 1/5/05| In the silent of the night, standing the moist air, gazing upon the moon, and its hidden twilight, that which twitch the eye itself, and tweaks the soul. To walk forthright into the fog, and ignore the forbidden smog of lust and sin, to capture it, let it in, sooth the soul, and the wounded mind, with these thoughts I have brought to compile. The reasons demons breed in the mist of the morning that has come, yet not even the sun has begin to rise, but I can smell the scent of blood and roses, from afar, as I dream of this paradise, and war. Sheltered in the light of the stars, whipping the flesh with bars, concealing that which can heal, deep down in the well of whims. To push forward is the only will, and to one day bring the hands of a worker to kill. To spread a disease known as freedom to the mass, to hope one day this dream shall come to pass, all lye's within the heart of the beholder, to snare, and save that which is whole fully kept Holy, constantly taking time and taking cautious steps, calmly into the void of valor, unto myself, I bestow this gift of honor. Thieves and liars lack the understanding of true knowledge, and the scoffers and mockers become the decaying bodies upon battlefields of old, to shape the skeleton and mold the vicious feeling inside using the pool of idea's that separate us at our bones. The crushing walls that keep closing in, bring the dread, that at one point we all feel, to use these bleeding hands to push them back, and find a path, a track, to bring the meaning back. This is all a part of me, and this you all shall one day see. |
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Enjoy the demon within's words. He wishes for you to read, and comprehend the meaning.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by digital_dreAmir (1-5-2005 - 08:52 PM)
| I like your way of telling stories through your work. It's refreshing... But yeah... Read some of mine if you'd like. I can't say it is as good as yours but I don't know, maybe you'll like it. Comment me back.. *wishes there were another way to talk on here* *sighs and pets self* |
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