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Honestly I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this... Most likely a remnant of a drunken haze. Nevertheless, I think it is funny.


Bunker of Faith

I am the spark of creation,
the radiant seed of life.
I am the mind of solitude,
a bitter conquerer of strife...

I am the scent of victory,
the spawn of the divine.
I am the judge of the many,
among this legion of mine...

I am the stench of death,
the one they call unjust.
I am the brick of judgment,
turning hate into lust...

I am the voice of silence,
the general of stone.
I am the hope of afterlife,
as you decend alone...




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Publicerad 2010-03-12 23:12



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