Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Die a thousand deaths, but don't go to hell with those scars.
Evil cannot be conquered in this world. It must be resisted from within.
I dreamed I died. I saw the faces of those who mourned my passing. Yours was not among them, which made me sweat blood.
Die a thousand deaths, but don't go to hell with those scars.
Evil cannot be conquered in this world. It must be resisted from within.
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Devils and Deities they dance upon my grave
Stamping down the soil of my silent sleep
They clammer for posistion to tread their heavy steps
Their fasting summons the spirit workers
A shaman distorts the choice I've made
With disdain and an indifferent faceless gaze
Rehearse the Art of War, for Arts sake alone
A brazen reminder of why I injure myself delibrately
They are not my friends,but they claim to be my allies.
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