Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
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Post by Greenhand on Sept 9, 2004 23:52:24 GMT -4
Serpents' venom as red as my sky Runs red in my blood The red of my blood shall stay And thus is it careless to banish that which fuels it The red of my blood The life of my blood The sickening addiction Of despair
Tainted light as shadowed as my sun Gather'd thickly in my mind The shadow of my mind shall stay To try to banish it would be folly Should you value a life above all The shadow of my mind The joy of my mind The corrosive source Of hatred
Whispered tunes as broken as my heart Swirled out and 'round my ghostly form My broken form shall stay If you should attempt to remove it Would you risk blood on your spotless hands? Each tear in my flesh Each snap of a bone The twisted joy Of pain
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All right, that was kind of oddly rhymed and phrased (if at all), but...okay, no hate posts. x.x
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