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The ashes of the cross wither
And conjoin with this earth
In the wake of such tragedy
As the fumes roll from the hearth
Where our ancients' dust..
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based on the song "All I can do is write about it" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, but with my own words. Read. I promise you'll enjoy it =)
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Forgetting everything that it was all worth
Seeing a light through a new form of darkness
Deception and raped perfection
Powers of the prowess...
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Promises are kept with gold
Close to the heart…but nearer
To the hands that feed…
The stygian creeds’ potent
Wind ever highe..
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Beyond the Pharos, Eden’s ghost prevails
among the haunted shores of Dis
Encircling the ashes of time
drinking from the Styx
all may be f..
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A hustler, grips control
The world was his playground
But now his indistinct has grown old
He tries the poker game, hoping to win
So he can regain..
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Wounds mark the pride of men…
As a blackened, massive roar fills the crumbling sky
From the mysterious glow…angels descend
Soldiers..
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Echoes set the stage, a timeless portrait of bedlam
Vermillion stains, portend this crippled age
Blood is on our hands, they have been wasted in t..
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I looked back with an ominous glare, my reflection in the murky waters stared at me with contempt, jaded violet eyes were peering into mine as they ..
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a Really sick erotica...contest entry
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