Conquest of darkened corpses, subdues the heavenly light. Soak filled dreams, ruthless walls, splattered paint, as the innocence falls. Candle of burning existence, dims with the passing times, seeping through broken walls, infiltrating their mind. Fighting with no swords, a war erased from time, the fires of hell burning through, heavens soldiers die.
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Angelus
23:44 Sep 04 2011
wowsa... I read that straight with images flowing and you know the blooding, well it was flowing much like, your words.