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[title] => Demonic trusts lay in vein
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[bodytext] => A deep silhouette in a cage made of gold Gilded and barred, holding nothing of old Cold customs and trinkets are things of the past To the angels and demons and sufferer’s caste We mortals are nothing but death without locks Flaccid and strong like an iron clad box Holding inside the temptations of life Having no need for peace when living in strife The gate locked within each mundane soul Bound by the laws of the firm grassy knoll Hiding the passage to lovers first light In the depths of the darkened, unholy one’s night Hearing the words he spoke unto me I acted on head of the orders of thee Over, undone, and loosely he gave Lyrics of sonnets to be laid on my grave “Eternity brings not but suffering In the eyes of the damned and lost. To those who may die with no tears in their eyes I leave only the words of the crossed.” Darkness, damp, and the loneliness Left with the dim and the holiness Blind to the ramparts carved with the cross To the damp cloudy night and the soft colored moss Mist shallow and cold like water grown ice Like dieing itself, only not to suffice To come onto thee with words of demons and leaves Of fires and hail, and frost frozen heaves To drink from the glass of the devils and gods Tasting the wine of absinthe smelt laud Merely marionettes in the palms of fate Walking either a road of kindness or hate [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Gravehorn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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