Sweet Imperfections Calling widly the love
Rhapsody of sorrow playing that requiem
The same song of dead lullaby of that lust
Oh dear, it's that time of memories again
Shadows will creep to the sun, Lovely blind Sight!
Singing their red crimson roses they will fight
Fallen wind trying to stop their broken side
Never surrender! Their Anthem rise high again.
Dear allmighty Lord at the horizon's feet
Oh, See all of their dreams like burnt holy books
Oh, See all of their agnst like primal flowers
For this time their shadow values more than life












Devious Comments
Comments
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I was once told : "To never do things that wornt my best. That way you never reget any thing when you die."
yet that person regeted his very existanse... odd isnt it?
ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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~ I=[_|0|\|/-\TH@|\| |_!|\|]=I ~ ...:::{+/=\+}:::... [HYP3R_TYP3R]
New Account as of 6th July 2009:
[~Amberoath]
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