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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 12:31 pm
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I am ever so close to being lost forevermore; evermore torn by this agony I do outpour. What, therefore, shall I do with my bleak core? I am locked in a room deprived of but one door; climbing to the summit adjacent to the haven of lost and forsaken lore, And nevermore shall I enter this haven, from hell I am bore and to heaven I am tore. So tell me, for I do inquire, with my bleak attire and courage of a noble squire, will I acquire life even as my voracious appetite of a vampire longs for blood and body entire? Dire manifested nightmares are the empire over every act my soul so dared, and aggression now burns like a continental flare circumventing the world now retired. My body has only such a capacity of patience for my soul, and once the bell tolls, I will not possess the non-existent self-control, betrothed to passionate anger from the pits of my spirit so cold, so droll is it that this path to which I stroll is to hold and be fueled by burning coal and brimstone! But, this bleak day, I shall not burn alone! To dust I shall return, and I shall return with my bloodline tree’s abounded bones! To my bones, this insanity brews these desires I shall not condone: These desires manifested in this world with evil’s it has never known.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 3:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 6:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 4:07 pm
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