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:: Tempest ::
O, beaten traveller, why will you fall ? For weary your journey has been - Yet stumble do you and endlessly crawl O houses of man you wrought and enthralled For how long could ever they last In wake of deception you call O blissful, your queen of the stars Never to tarnish, ever to scar Now torn down and endlessly felled a whore made thus far O weary and beaten you traveller The travesty only you are For empty to wander forever and only The death of an ages you mar. - 01/05/07 0400Hrs _ spoken. at 11:48 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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