This arrow is of the blackest pitch
deep with justice of thy will
into the dead flower in your heart
I call forth your suffering
This spinning star of darkness holds my intent
Fall before yourself there is no forgiving
As your eyes blink to tear It is done
A breath in clouds holds release
I let go of this to serve my desire
So mote it be!
EEEEE SSSII LAAA VVUU TAAA TEE NAHH MAT OHN NN NAAAA
COMMENTS
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Zilaheteb
10:45 Dec 25 2008
A day does not pass that you do not amaze me. I love you