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Love the vendetta rose that cries As she reaches hands twords the sky The blood lined sunset catches her eyes A pain so real my vendetta rose A pa..

Bears witness to the crime I repeat A sin I cannot dethrone. I have never wanted a god. Who is to say this creeping man is not one on his own? The..

We are lions no more. What have we become if not simple wolves? Baying at each other Walking on glass The painted smiles on our faces... the peo..

"What is going to happen?" The steam train hissed and popped as it trudged on, burdened with my thoughts. I still look at the boy, admiring his fac..

The moon, her grace, Bears witness to the crime I repeat A sin I cannot dethrone. I have never wanted a god. Who is to say this creeping man is n..

The black writhing much of fear Eliminates the weaving spider of hope Working endlessly to spin the web To spare head from heart From soul. The..

Wired metal siver ring Clutches at my finger. What have you here, odd stranger? What determines your presense. "Am I a lie here?" He replies wit..

My stomach flutters with every waking step Of your body toward my own as you drew ever closer My features flush, and blush they may as the signs..