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By recluse Date: 2002 Jul 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.27.21.59.20614]] |
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blades spin under the forgotten moon caught within a whirlwind of lies told to keep us sane promises shattered to keep us whole spin now so out of control in a funnel slashing all we believe carving the ground from under ones feet bright red this blood of hearts deceit salty with these tears of rage against this pain each cut will make knowing full well all of our mistakes knowledge even as each one we make adding now to this slicing storm beating us down shredding our soul and memories of far before understanding then this moment to come understanding then i would not run leaving me only to stand with bridled hate for what i have done that which i have become as i knew too well before as i knew too well before |