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Darkness is my guide
Hellish hell
Burned to the core
Rise of the demon
Black soul
Bleeding heart awaken
Worldwide chaos
Marching through the flames
Hellish hell
Burned to the core
Rise of the demon
Black soul
Bleeding heart awaken
Worldwide chaos
Marching through the flames
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Crown of Faith: Sarah
VI. Sarah And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore. The multitude like sand upon the shore Began as an impossibility, A phantasm, a prayer, nothing more Than infinite improbability. We started as a laugh made tangible, A joy absurd now given flesh and bone: A couple once thought unexpandable Was made into our household's cornerstone. And we who share in kinship, in the breaking Of natural laws to deal in miracles, We find that new reality forsaking The old lines that split saints and criminals. We are the ones who glimpse the kingdom here, The rescued, now the blessers who can peer.
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Broken World
lips stitched with honey threads eyes shut and covered with sugar nigthtmares ears focused on cacophony of silence I am buried under a rotten tree coming alive in the light of the crimson moon bloodsucker talons-deep in this broken world feeding on all you discarded [ love, compassion and dark twilights ] drinking from the vain of the darkness [ swollen arteries of the lost gods ]
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he sings for a penny (it's the pretender)
he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound but he hasn't any deserving of sound his words are all empty his verses are trite penned with an apathy and no appetite yes, it's the pretender though sightings are rare the masks he wears renders seers unaware he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound his scars are aplenty and all written down pages by the hundreds with no end in sight all fed by his umbrage and not by his fight yes, it's the pretender here before your eyes but all you'll remember is his sad disguise he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound reaching beyond twenty and still falling down served so well by the masks and roles he has played wasn't up to their tasks at end of each day yes, it's the pretender such sightings aren't new he's long been a member just masked from the view he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound but he hasn't any deserving of sound his words are all empty his verses are trite penned with an apathy and no appetite (10/20/23)
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this is cool, made me smile!