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I am blunt but casual Tormented by my own thoughts By my forgiveness Cut and bleeding yet still Still I go back for more My love is the high ..

As I woke from my nightmare I felt a hate in my he(Art) Terrible yet welcomed But so darkly sung I welcome the darkness In all its forms and ..

Whisper, whisper in your ear Making you- telling you to repent For what you see, Reflecting back off the pale moon pond Telling you to beg, beg ..

Whispers throughout the night, The demon in my head still in sight, Though I let him stay, He is bound and moribund, To unlike those who mock th..

Our hearts A twisted contortion Thicker than Blood Darker than any other Love, With folded wings upon My eyes, I see with my heart not wit..

more of a song think the sounds of Manson when reading this!

Prelude Innocence the moral fiber of their society in a time of conceded minds clouded with dilutions of emasculate conceptions and high depositi..

Prelude Innocence the moral fiber of their society in a time of conceded minds clouded with dilutions of emasculate..

Chapter one Our story begins in Salem with a young Girl named Abigail Williams. I am sure at this point in time every one has heard the storie..

Chapter two Before I continue about the life and Death of Abigail Williams and the other twenty seven deaths that was caused by her weak willed..