Futile Venegence
hey foe!!...
how long we lived in our comfort cages??
what lust for dirty blood we shared??...
what stories scribbled in our darkest pages??
and through many years of bygone springs
and a rain that drenched my broken strings....
i bled in my bed of stringing thorns...
i wept in my cold and lonely morns.....
wove through hours of brutal conspiracies,my fictious myths,my luring fallacies...
have seen you die a thousand deaths
in dreams all born of gibberish faiths.
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