Purgatory, on IndulgencesA Poem by astoundinglyattractive
Canst thou hear mine rumbling wails,
cast aside by the beggars tales? And if thou hear my when thou wake, then ado to thou, for Evils sake. Thine searching eyes but can pierce a wolven hide, so grim and fierce. This hide is mine, forsaken, lost, for I do know lifes final cost. With lucid tongue, I tell thou this, with graven heart and sinful lips, Ay, for neither death nor birth, can tell thine Lord of sacred worth. But nay to those whom feel must pay a final price for thine 'god' to say, "Anon, adieu, in thine grave for two, I give thee papers, for that will do."
© 2012 astoundinglyattractiveAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorastoundinglyattractiveSix Feet Under, OHAboutName: Elisa Age: 16 Gender: Female Height: 5'6" Country: America Sexuality: I like to consider myself a freelancer. Personality: I used to have one, but I think I lost it somewhere. I enjoy: d.. more..Writing
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