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Soldier My Sacrifice
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Soldier My Sacrifice |
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Elias Nevermore Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 152 |
The day is done. The battle is won. And there they lie, The dead. Damn those men who told me to shave off all my hair. They purchased my soul, with fool's gold, and placed chains on my back with false hope. The others have fallen into the cold hard ground. A black figure has passed by all those alive, turning us men into ash and our hope into strife. Blasphemy, I cry as they point the knife at my life. Who is my creator? God, they respond. Who is my savior? Nothing, they mock. Who am I? Dead, they uphold. And thus did it end: my pain, my hate, and all the pretense. In the end, the hate goes on, and so does God. "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;" -Edgar All |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You are right, hate goes on and we must stop that insane circle ... Thank you for your thought provoking piece. Love, Margherita |
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