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A worlds demise
written by Genocide Reaper07:35 AM 2/12/05| Waiting in the darkness. The moment in my malevolent state is pending. Voices of hatred and rage lending me their support, for the battle comes tomorrow morning, and I must take upon my self my sword and shield. To venture out into a world that some times doesn't seem real. Bury the fucking edge into the beast within my face. Slashing and shredding the fuck back into place. Back in a castle of chaotic legend, in which I am in a wounded condition. The deed was done without hesitation. I will find myself walking past chains that clank as they sway from a strong wind, hanging from the ceiling, entwined with barbwire, beneath this sight of heads that hang upon the ends is a pit of fire. All the while Life has come to a halt, time has no boundaries, and death fly's swift into the weary world of war and wavering wolves. The scavengers will come to feast within the fields were Angel's lay fallen. Upon the prowl comes the claw baring night owl. Eyeing the endless plains and the result of a slaughter. A lone creation of wicked sentiment will arise, leading to the endeavor of a worlds demise. |
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