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If their is a will their is a way.
The dreariness of color
than those black Grey and poison green
and the crimson red of blood freshly split disappears
and night time brings with it the forbidden and
forgotten deeds.
Of blood and gory and dastardly screams
Oh the sounds
the sound of death
The knife meets flesh and the symphony rises
Fear me
Fear Me
Deaths poison Cries
the viper awoke And all shall die.
I am Faceless
I have worn Mask for awhile that even when I look in the mirror I just see my mask. After wearing a mask for even a short time one can forget their self.
My mask is one of many faces that what one wishes to see they shall see.
But the truth is I am Faceless for I forgot to see past the light
Dark I am but covered in shadows
I truly am faceless
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