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Sexy_Tator_Tot
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0 posted 2007-10-01 11:32 AM



Upon the ravens descent
our souls must be damned or repent
for the freedom of life
has blackened our hearts
and the love in our strife
will rip us apart
has my soul yet darkened my art?
and my dreams reveal my true feelings
us a love that will end in
despair
the self-loathing that plagues my mind
with th truth that nobody cares
with the truth that no one is there
trapping myself in my loneliness
my mind becomes my tomb
and yet no one has come to dispose of me
my life, on the brink of doom
a human
a disgraceful creature
of which nothing would wish to consume
Rushing down the streets they cry,
"Death to the Unwanted!"
Turning in my grave I sigh,
"The Unwanted are already dead."
then suddenly and without warning
I am thrust into the light
and I have been given a reason
By a man with the face of an angel,
and the wings of that of a demon

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