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somewhere inside of me is the primal feeling that in love I still believe
soaked in blood and covered in the blackened ashe of the funeral pyres that light up the skies for miles
I'm holding onto my memories and hatreds
in my slumber all alone in my head it should be so silent
but all I hear is the screams of the dead an dying
these have been just battles
but the war is certainly coming
I can feel it in my heart the blood of our enemies will flow
and that of the innocent will also cover the ground
if I had a soul I think I would cry but I sold that for vengeance
more than a millennium ago
it seems people moved on and the world tilted leaving parents weeping, children slain, love left mortality wounded
in the streets for all to see
with nothing more than bloody thoughts fear will reign
so off I ventured with three feet of cold steel, to quench my thirst for my enemies blood for love is not yet dead
and somewhere inside of me is the primal feeling
that in love I still believe
~ D Donner ~
But the love of what? lol.
But the love of what? lol. Very image inducing.
The Exquisite Corpse
The woman of myth, of legend, of the past destined to never return. All that is left is a metaphor for what has gone, all the effort, the skills, the deeds, the sins. Where are you Dan? U R missed - allets -
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