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a wOrD FRom SatAN.(feel free 2 comment)
written by lucifer-james.hudson02:09 PM 4/15/05Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in a dark low-land that set bad blood in vein. Burning like penal fires roused stain. The jagge-toothed skyline braced with crosses.
The golden dawn lay lost to mist where embolded thorns made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes sunken to dream there of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne, horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his vision.
The sneer of lucifer on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Drownong in the past that downfall seemed like yesterday though blurred moons passed as enemies in high places laughed. |
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My poetry will be long and boring.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by --comfortably_numb-- (4-15-2005 - 02:26 PM)
by maura_lil_ly (4-17-2005 - 12:09 AM)
| WOW, thats really good... |
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