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Pages away, suspend sanctity I traced your naval to your tender bust Sway your bones alone in our catacombs of lust You chose this wasteland, wasted As your golden eyelashes slammed back and forth You saved every letter? Within each broken fiber, there rings a certain dissonance The extinguishing of a youthful innocence I laid you on this pentagram right where the ritual began Bearing the mark of servant hands (servant hands) Darkening, rebirth of undying man Ending of time, chapters declined.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 01:01:53 +0000

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