Ugh, it's only 9:45 and I'm bored... so here's another poem... getting tired of them yet? biggrin
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Hollow is the soul of everyman
Waiting in the shadows
For your time of revalation
While the grave digger goes about his work
Laying another to their final sleep
Was I sleeping while the others suffered?
Am I sleeping now ?
And should I awake tomorrow
What shall I say of today?
Where did today go?
Calmly, the grave digger works
Not thinking about the life lost
He just digs the hole
Laying the body and covering it in darkness
Embrace that darkness and you shall find me
Among the souls of the wicked and the damned
A place of tortured souls and fevered thoughts
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I'm goddamned monumentagious.
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave...
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave...