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Our Forgotten Souls
Contributed by
yaladaoth
on
Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 03:40:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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no power of his lord over the danmed. caraival of bloat choke back your bile down his own throat. willed on high the angel wroth and nuting. for the most gives way heap into that dead clay. scrap of hell the universe of its own fourth great circle. O holy justice I saw come to this. hurls to sea count surge crush eternally of lost souls. they strained their chest will mad howls. then in haste their party shout out, Why do you waste? they puff and blow untill they reach a screaming as they go. their weight again and I contract with pain. can these be? there on our left the clergy? and beneath the sun in their mind mocked all reason its own excess at the two point of the wretchness in their minds. indeed the popes are there but hold no ranks. and among this trying to make out souls that I knew. lost ambition labored to be blind dimmed past recognition. but and bray the other stripped of judgment day. all their brawl of wrath grasp their plight vanity which men bear down build up mockery. ever was one of those a pause? you touch that she holds her clutch? mankind wooed and lost you from your mind? transcend all with all on them. that they might fall. sphere the same like decree on high dime what is earth's gear? which came from house to house with every turnning year. spinning wheels her decree will set heel. for what mortal reason rules her sphere by season to season. endlessly press on her so hard necessity. and reveal the joy of time bitter and wild. for they do not hear God. for joy herwheels her sphere standing fall away. that great pain that we stay chasm's edge that overflowed into the ledge its very source among the rocks that which God gave us as life along with its course. the wild descent called malignat touched that beg besmutched in that slime and they bit limb from limb. for life sand beheld the soul and do you see its pain? what is sweet by the sun our heart's pour out. we brgun in this ditch in their throats the words fifthy whollow and lost the soul souls that came which had no name. these are our forgotten souls.
your truly
the Seeker of souls
Aka
Ronald Campbell.
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yaladaoth
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2005-04-26 15:40:42]
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Re: Our Forgotten Souls
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by hellsfallenangel on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 08:09:58 AM AEST
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its good a little long but good and im not no half breed a$$ hole and if u want a battle bring it on
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