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- - - SHADOWS SCRIBE MY TALE - - -
The seven headed beast appears in the black sky
Becoming one with me in time
Necrothropic
Barely clinging onto life
My towers topple
From edge of a knife
Neverlasting
A fire burning down
Littered pavement
Adorned with burial shrouds
Brackish water drops in my eyes
Tearing me from sleep, long gone
Leaving me paralyzed and prone
Envision days I can't forget
Freshly bloodied hands today
I just can't wash away
These shadows scribe my tale
My picture is crumbled ash
My hands are crimson red
My soul is darkest black
Languishing in this Hell
Reveling in this Hell
Microscopic
Just like my will to live
No atonement
For the way I choose to sin
Night incarnate
With voices in my head
Withered gravestones
Cannot forget what was said
Blazing sun burning my eyes
Ripping my lovely nightmares
Leaving me so frigid and bare
For my enemies to witness
All of my guilt and regret
To which I never will submit
These shadows scribe my tale
My picture is crumbled ash
My hands are crimson red
My soul is darkest black
Languishing in this Hell
Reveling in this Hell
I will trust in faith
I will linger as a wraith
Cold and empty as a void
Cold and empty in the void
The seven headed beast appears in the black sky
Becoming one with me in time
Wicked talons, jagged and piercing
Build a ziggurat just for me
These shadows scribe my tale
My picture is crumbled ash
My hands are crimson red
My soul is darkest black
Languishing in this Hell
Reveling in this Hell
These shadows scribe my tale
My picture is crumbled ash
My hands are crimson red
My soul is darkest black
Languishing in this Hell
Reveling in this Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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