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The intro into a novella about coming closer to Christ. Or, for the non-religious, finding a sense of determination and truth in one's self.
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This poem is meant to be viewed as a picture, to simulate chain mail. To view it, see: http://daltinbydeed.deviantart.com/art/Chainmail-518181959
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We are the lonely ones, The wolves who howl to that pallid sphere. We are the quiet ones, Lost among the rampant crowd. Touching no one, Touched by no..
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Within iron halls stalk shadows.Born in darkness, raised in war, living in lies,Hate, confusion, fear is all he knows.Peace a ruse and passing,Joy a l..
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Stare out vacantly, To the places with nothing in between. There is no thought, No mulling. There is only grasping despair All is not yet dark. All i..
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Colorful, vibrant, spotted with yellows, greens, blues. A fanciful texture, a harmonic tone. Poised, neatly upon the shelves of the public museum. Em..
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A song with no tune or melody, write one if you wish!
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yet another oldie
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Another oldie.
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