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Post by yosoyvato on Jun 20, 2011 1:27:28 GMT -5
We venture out, but yet we fall. Though they condemn, we dig to define. The Devil's note resonates throughout the body. The Bane of Society marches on.
Agitating the substrata, we feel empowered. The negation haunts the system. Unrighteous transgressors are we, they claim. Little do they comprehend the oppressed.
There's so much more than pain and anger. The climate of rage voids their sight; and Although the crow may never reach the mountain's throne, Its bastion awakens and comforts the army.
A symbiotic kinship, the bosom and darkened souls. It nourishes the uniform that assaults the white. His guardians, the red, misjudge the horns. The Sea of screams with Evil Eyes, Bestows freedom to those, who shout it's anthem.
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TheLadyBlue
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How can you deny the beauty of blood?
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Post by TheLadyBlue on Aug 8, 2011 9:08:10 GMT -5
Written art my friend. That was a pleasure to read and may the 'Bane of Society' march on ever more.
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Post by yosoyvato on Sept 5, 2011 4:48:53 GMT -5
thank you very much, good to hear that you enjoyed it. i need to write another something, it's been a while
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