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Itmonster

It is the inevitable, inescapable monster, that lies in wait for all It has no qualms for the life it will take, for it takes every life It is the master of fate, turning warm blood cold as slate The screw rusts, the dew becomes dust, and all the Liquid becomes ash at a rate deemed "fast" by Those who KNOW and FEAR ----------------------------IT---------------------------- Rot / Rust / Rebuild / Rename / Reform/RE Conquer / Divide / Rebel / Establish / Commence Over / and / over / and / over / and / over / and / over /and New is an irony, history a fallacy, it's all the same, it's all old It's all the same, It's all the same, the best have already been.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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