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| Death flies in on swift wings of fire and burns down the souls of the damned and lights the way for the good. who go up only to be crushed under the weight of the gates they worked to through, but they have been denied. For their god is a fake, and burns them on the pearly gates of the forest of impaled. That they thought was their eternal peice. | ||||||||
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| Rumage through the thoughts of a madman, to find the complex thoughts of a genious unrecignized by all, and crazy to the ones who are known to him. But known to his mind, with thoughts of blood, bondage, torture, and the murdering of peers of his body, there is the wisdom of an ongoing soul. __________________________________________________ The beast digs his teeth into my flesh and shakes it like a rabid dog. Ripping a peice away from the bone. I scream in pain but not a sound is made, for my vocal cords are dangling from its mouth as it shows its teeth, as if laughing at me. I lay for a moment feeling the blood flow down my throat, into the gaping hole. __________________________________________________ |
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