Jul 13, 2006 19:36
this is for my boys and girls that live along the ROCKRIVER//we are the blackness of the night, the cold wind that cuts your flesh. we are the enemy praying for your certain death. we are what was and will be forevermore in the stillest hours. we awaken enshrouded in the dark children of the blackest seed, reared on murder and deceit.//
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smile turned to frown,
no waking moment is free
i scream for liberty.
my heads a fire,
calling myself a liar.
i wish i knew what was next,
but all i seem to do is vex,
the ones i love.
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