Book Of SpellsA Poem by BLitZeDI just write the s**t, its up to you to perceive it. The mystery's the pain, i'm just the machine to relieve it. Run in place like Scooby, these ghosts i Doo be believing. Sail the ocean blue, sailors tails, the Krackens once again feeding. If you only truly knew, the resistance I long ago defeated Words that never again will ever be repeated. Like a chant it stirs the cauldron and awakens the demons. So in a safe place, I placed in a safe, the manuscripts hoping they will never be needed. I stood over the flame watching as my hand began bleeding. A sacrifice to the gods, yeah the ones I don't believe in...
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11 Reviews Added on October 22, 2015 Last Updated on October 22, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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