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I have nothing to say yet alone tell

I cant really say much, just that the one friend that i hold dear, having spared him such atrosity and fear, goes about and hunts at night?

God above why does this hold me in sorrow and fright?

Mercy on me for not having done what I was told.

Mercy on me for not giving up long ago.



Mercy isnt given to me any more



I pay the price for what I have done so long ago.

All that I am

All that we Are



We care for the one dear

We fear for the lost impaled by the spear



The anger

The angst

The sorrow

The marrow of our bones



All that causes us to be

All that causes us to be alive

All that is there for us to see



Gone.



Gone in the mist and stones

Gone in the dark watery tides



We bear those watery graves

We bear those sorrow bloodfilled lands



I'm sorry for what we've done



By breath and light



By the cover of the night



I'm sorry for what I've done.



We are the forsaken



We are not the saints of old



We are the forbidden tales of yore



We are the dirt beneath your feet



I am the forsaken.



The numerous massacre?



The tales of yore?



The dirt beneath your feet?



They are the stories I told you about,



They are of the forsaken one.

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Angelus
01:04 Aug 10 2008

I like this.

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