Speak To The Grain On A Beach Of Sand.Deliver It To The World Through A Quill In Hand.
Posted by MariMac
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on 6/15/2002, 8:21 pm
Draped in the cloak
of night screams
vampire cabaret eyes of
searing blade damnation
no deliverance from ruin
behind the sky of
unheard prayers
Torment
the crystal haze morning
of white heat willows
slayer to the
trespasser of vanity
his soul surrendered to
the unhallowed sacrament
of inscription of legend
Hell rules in favor
in the tower of
bloodline curse
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