The Dead BurnAs your heart turns to ash, Torn and burnt by the lash. His face still and cold. Unlike his death, he burned gold.The Dead Burn
Though your anguish burns like fires, Your demeanor never tires. This sorrow he would not permit, Do not begin this internal fit.
'Cause the angels in heaven mourn your loss, Charred wings carress his cross. Douse the ignition with your tears, Realize the truth behind your fears.
And as the embers cool to black, One more flame you now lack. Forget not that some flames still embrace, Such as my flame in God's darkened was
Torturous DesertOur caravan trudges through the barren metropolis The earth cracks open resembling screams, yearning Sphere of dire light thrusting blades, marking our necropolis Ahead, a smothering indistinctness of life, burningTorturous Desert
Surrounded by ethereal shadows crying dry tears Lips cracked open and bleeding, juices of life gushing Sweat and sobs hiss on the ravenous ground, then disappears Sand dances in the heavy air as my will is crushing
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New account: ~SonoNeko
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>> I so need to update.
Yeah...
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Um.
<3 Heart.
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hold your thoughts, they clash with the walls.
I could completely feel the person's pain, running away into something that would stab itself. And I adore the way you had the arm short and twisted.
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