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"The Crow" by SGT Bloth

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He woke me from my eternal slumber
to teach me how to fly
he showed me what I had to do
and then he showed me why

My heart burned with rage and fury
and then I began to cry
my face clinched
my hands shook
my stomach turned

pure Anger
blind emotion

Your sins have brought me here
you.....New claim of Hell

To this roof top where I watch you
waiting for the right time
to cast my memories upon you
make you suffer one last time

You will feel it all...every ounce of pain you delivered
as you draw your last breath

For the Crow has chosen you
I follow him to your death

I am his slave
I am his partner
He is my power

He is my soul
I owe him this
My Crow

When I finish you
I will be free
My task will be complete

The Crow will deliver me
back to my eternal sleep



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On Monday January 28th, 2008, An Expired Member (27) writes:
better to dream in happiness then to rot in existence. where will you take me then dear boy? for i've grown weary of these streets


On Monday January 28th, 2008, SGT Bloth (197) writes:
To my tower, of course Luve....These streets are cold and harsh...my wine is erd and warm....follow me there...and I will give you eternity


On Sunday January 27th, 2008, SGT Bloth (197) writes:
Thanks Gin



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