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Blackened night
calls to me
to wager on
my destiny

I heed the call
but to no avail
Im taken to the
depths of hell

The flames engulf
the screams ring out
I travel on
and stumble about

The holy sits
upon his throne
and makes my secret
passions known

I cry to him
and beg his mercy
but am posioned
by the tyranny

I killed myself
and for payment of this
I must eternally walk
this dead abyss


(Not QUITE done, not sure where its going or where its been, but dont think this is the last version of this. Needs work)



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On Friday September 3rd, 2004, DarkWolf (447) writes:
Captivating.. love to see where this goes. Great write. -Michael


On Wednesday August 11th, 2004, Whisper (137) writes:
Nice write, sounds well thought out. ~Whisper~


On Wednesday August 11th, 2004, indefined (717) writes:
i like it man, love the flowing structure, has great potential this does, ill check back on it from time to time. great stuff.


On Wednesday August 11th, 2004, indefined (717) writes:
"The holy sits upon his throne and makes my secret passions known " that's pretty cool



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