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Contributed by
scraper
on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 12:19:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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The grasp of the wind is beyond my control, for I know not how it cries among rivers of imagination. Personal threats and inside agony, I can not bare the fate of witch is inevitable. Yet instead only exaggerate the impossible. The doubt of thee had been handed to me, willingly and with desperate courage I shall not look back at the path of no return. The spirit lingers through out the forest of wisdom. It calls upon that of witch is only to corrupt and fail, gathering darkness that will lullaby me to sleep and then poison my body. Hanging my corpse above the fires of hell. Alone I stand in the night starry haze. I suffer the pain of harmony. The rogues sneak and hide, watching my back were ever I face. They know how, they will backstab me and Peirce my body with there poison daggers, continuously until I bleed forever. Fear and stunning evil is all that is left of me, I hide in every corner of the lands, hoping that some day, one might come and rescue me off of this "hell on earth" land. And yet, I want to stay here, I want to be apart of evil. what is fate, what is truth? there is no happiness. My time has end.
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