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Notice the stench of a life lived in ruins, I speak-vent-full the gods to worship entomb my sanity like Greek-temples weak-elementals chained to bleak events that are mental distorted dignity dragged dormant to doom distinct-detriments of gentle genocide, sentimental suicides, heated fortunes like the continental rise of the bluest tides Hellonodic judgments like a jury to abrade the soul of a hellion like starved lions feasting on slaves, just try to control the rebellion divine to hell as an alien, life symbolic like the bell to trail again darkness of collaged turmoil, resting tyranny on a pew of convention It echoes to reverb, etched to recoil eschewed from RedemptSIN |
woosh bubz u muzt have a lot on ur mind, to cum out with this, im surprised ur running out of subjects to write about, i liked this, its refreshing. keep em cummin kyrenia | Posted on 2006-10-18 00:00:00 | by secret kisses | [ Reply to This ] | |