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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required out of the vials of the pit of my soul one may evoke fear or that which hurts you the most I had fallen asleep after a bitter long day hadn't had the time to bow the knee to pray I awoke to a vast land with caverns & blackened stench in the center of the excursion sat an equestrian horse filtered through my mind a sparkling array of blissful care once again a demonic force had sunken its fangs in my flesh darkened portals of liquefied personifications viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side I melted inside once again starring into a vast curtain of extreme still I had my mind fixed on the equestrian horse wondering why ? fires of smoke enveloped my fragile egg shelled frame not getting back to the present world was driving me insane smoldering duration of piercing eyes watching & gazing Satan laughing spreads his wings still the horse what could I do ? have I bitten off far more then I could chew eyes with spots having tombstones in their brain smoldering heat needing to quench my thirst but nothing their suddenly right before my eyes it appeared the equestrian horse I got to really see the deep colors of red, black & grey lifeless embodied structure that brought back youthful sentiments Sadly I immediately awoke to the sound of a crow I will forever treasure the memory of my dream a challenge to be free is a quest of time sublime, eyes, hands & face a cause of triumphant discovery from another dimension in time
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