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6. Thou shalt
Sung to SleepA sliding melody, the relaxing resonance sings through my psyche as I sit in half-slumber - languid, serene.Sung to Sleep
The violin's hymn sinks in, stirring soft thoughts of slender structure - Life's dénouement in strings manifest.
A piano blessed with painful insight plays the tune of tragedy - ebon and ivory keys express an old emotion.
Then a voice is raised in plaintive cry, projecting my thoughts in stained-glass soprano - reflecting my past.
The orchestrated effort plays its soulful tune o
The first five plainsHey, you come walk with me. We'll take a little trip to insanity. We're not coming back so tell your wife goodbye. I'm taking you to a place where the wicked ones fry. You kiss your daughter on her sweet little head. But she cant feel a thing, HAH! you're already dead!The first five plains
I know you want to stay, but that just cant be. You see the morning star needs you for hells army.
figure it out? You're goin to hell, stop your bawlin'. here I'll give you a shove to kickstart your fallin'. Through fire and ash unto the first plain. People burning in agony and screaming in vain. &n
MaskA mask of bliss Covers my face It covers the abyss That is my disgrace What in this Can I replace To show what really exists To see what I can eraseMask
Pain envelops me And with it comes the cold I wonder to what degree I must unfold For others to hear my plea For my sorrows to be told
The pain is too much For one man to bear I am so out of touch Overwhelmed by despair
With nothing to clutch This is all unfair All I can do is hush And hope someone hears my prayer
What Will It Take?
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Homo sine goduria imago mortis
maybe i'll hope by your gallery again some day ..
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[museless] [useless]
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man eat man
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"Trace the tracks of time on my skin & pray that heaven even lets me in"
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I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. -Walt Whitman
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