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Hollow Temple |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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Blood dripping from the wrathful moon The end, it comes and always too soon Screaming oblivion in rapture bliss All you ever wanted, no more than this Touching empty spaces thought were filled Yet alive but with voices stilled One resounding noise dedicated feel Another frozen moment you steal Tell the walls the Christ you paralyze Not that the violet is lost from your eyes It’s the sanctimony that pulls you through Not the resolve of bleeding blue Like a one time thing that forever repeats Becoming nothing as only you it cheats Burning candles and slipping away innocence Disappointment with gold and frankincense You don’t save yourself and wash it all away Difficult decision to a new guise portray Anarchy wakes you from your slumber Not just a spirit but another number In the end, it’s not about the hidden pearl Hiding from not just yourself, but the world |
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SeraphimBroken Member
since 2009-03-09
Posts 74USA |
This is very powerful... words you can feel. A wonderful read! |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Thank you very much! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
The end, it comes and always too soon That it does. *S* I like this very much, especially the ending... wise words!! |
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