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Barrier of Evil
I'm stuck in between fear or shame? crushing torment of fires echo through eternal whispers ones content to over throw my inner demon. He sits and stalks my nerves persists on my natural thinking like the jaguar that creeps in the depths of darkness he tastes the impules prickle that flinch and thaw his inner calm.
No rage too deep demolishes his walls for his iron grip plagues my conscious with every move I partake. I know I cannot ever over take or push a side. He smiles the cheshire cat smirk of accomplishment to which I FUCKING SCREAM!
You will not take me, courage is the steel I forge in the photosphere that crystallizes your existence, honor behold for those that cherish and love me through their arms but he still stares and sniggers.
Time is on his side for him I am but an empty page torn from a story long foretold to burn in the condensing embers that have dwindled down to their core. His essence allures frequent desires to the very apex of all being only to cascade its form to the finite putrid form that has no meaning, no say...NOTHING!
He's winning or has he won already? [/font][/font]
No rage too deep demolishes his walls for his iron grip plagues my conscious with every move I partake. I know I cannot ever over take or push a side. He smiles the cheshire cat smirk of accomplishment to which I FUCKING SCREAM!
You will not take me, courage is the steel I forge in the photosphere that crystallizes your existence, honor behold for those that cherish and love me through their arms but he still stares and sniggers.
Time is on his side for him I am but an empty page torn from a story long foretold to burn in the condensing embers that have dwindled down to their core. His essence allures frequent desires to the very apex of all being only to cascade its form to the finite putrid form that has no meaning, no say...NOTHING!
He's winning or has he won already? [/font][/font]
Published 15th Oct 2014
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