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This One
written by Genocide Reaper09:42 PM 8/6/04| I fell into a deep dark sleep. With the sounds of clattering and Clashing of Metal echoing within the Stone walls I was in within my Dream. She was there, watching me sleep. She kept to a creep. I felt no remorse for the Deeds I dreamt of. I felt no Care, for the taking of Her soul. Yet she blessed me with mercy, she unshackled my Wrist and let me run free. Inside of this Mortal. I couldn't help but gander at her. She was a Witch.. No, she was a Demon.. Wait. Just who and what was she? and Why did she free me to Torment this Man? Maybe its all part of her Master Plan.. I won't be used... So I'll fight for those which cannot fight Her. I'll feed myself off of this Man, then we'll see if I can. Feed on her...(She sings to me now.. She shows me mutilated things now. She holds something of mine in Her womb.. She locked me inside of this Mortal tomb...She is. Sattire. She broke the Crown. Now she licks the rose, as I fell to the floor, bleeding on the Core of this mortal man, she licked my wounds, and toyed with my Parts, she treated me like a puzzle, she put me back together. I couldn't help but feel so much Better. I can't wait for her to Free me from this Prison. I can stand in the blood soaked sand looking into the mirror that seems so tender. I'll shatter it. I'll batter My mortal enemy. I'll take form of this Mortal man. I'll decide how to stop her Master Plan...Only I one of us Can haunt this One. |
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