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By nothing Date: 2002 Jan 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.02.01.58.9418]] |
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might i, within this twisted core of shattered trust and splintered soul decry my fate from highest place shout from heavens with iron rage lash these walls with lightning strike open all gates to blast my wrath lose control to this my hate allow all of this to change me make me less than what i am carve from me what's left that i hold dear knives of rust whose edge have fled to rip and shred instead of cut make me at last feel as my heart has fled open me to my inner scorn not this cold and icy shell into which have i been frozen by something so infinitely simple a love that was not mine |