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8/13/2012 8:35:07 PM
Butcher	In a heap of careless bloodsheds Shades of different twilights And murders for that lone sake for pennies clenched in fist to fight with every stroke of a violence born out of several reasons u can feel the growth of a stranger silence the one that bloomed through all seasons In cheap so cash and a filthy trash dumped with broken bones of fate and a deal he made for a hunger's bash with countless slaughters of helpless mates but a hand that causes a thousand pains not always dwells with a cruel mind faces behind those bloody stains belongs to a being of a different kind.
8/13/2012 9:11:45 PM
death of an angel	A fictious mind c'nt give dos words... the words tht speaks of a thousand tales.. in a darkened room...my broken loom... can u weave the ship a hope to sail??.... now can you find in the misty winds.....a song long lost in childhood dream.... a tune u played in your mothers mind.... and an iron cone tht held your cream.... with ages past...all merry rhymes.... have lost their ways through memory lanes.... past my senses in a land of crimes... past my broken window panes... what distance more will u walk by side?? of faces u have never known of moments that would lighten up some memories of those strings long torn a dirty game that once u played in a secret closet of mindless thoughts.. what men u stabbed with a treacherous soul what mighty angels... u slayed and fought her love it was...that tried so hard to calm a thirsty beast of violence to spread her words of a noble truce to kill the evil's brute defiance but fell apart with a broken heart before thou god of a cruel art bled did she behind the bars of your prison to quench the earth with a red so crimson her wings of glory will no more fly will no more rule the deep horizon rest in peace thou noble soul rest in the depth of a curseful season
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