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The Lion's Gate opens...
 
Yawning as a maw
 
This Gathering erupts
 
                        -nearly deafening the arouse-
 
 
Cock of men grow erect from their thirst for blood pouring out their mouths
 
 
Tonight's dying one....
 
Life slipping away down to the last strands
 
Widening black irises eclipsing now fading twin suns
 
The Eon of Children that bled through the night
 
Every soul I meet seems to have a dark side that runs ten deep miles inside
Written by Dragonyear
Published | Edited 28th Mar 2011
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