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The Forsaken

Name the forsaken,
the lost and the weary.
Smell the dawn
of bloody souls on parade.

Name bitterness
foultasting loudmouthed
dreary..
Smell gluttony
of overpowering vices.

Name crowns gained
and lost.
Hand held tight
around death roll dices.

Name numbness
sought at any cost.
See bloody corpses'
dark charade.

Ask and you shall receive.
Hide that Ace up your sleeve.
Watch it all come back to you
like a mighty tower
crumbling down down down
on you....





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Publicerad 2014-11-24 20:25



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