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Upon the porcelain moon

Sitting facing a crescent window
the light is shining
gleaming, through and through
In the dark room I bask In
I'm chosen by the moonlight
a sudden stench of rotting souls
I see

I'm the chosen one
let the light shine on me
I gaze upon
the shattered light

Sitting with a white face, torn
eyes like thunder
crimson lips touch, light
upon a ghostly face
but still pure
cannibals reach out
ripped Into shreds

I'm the chosen one
let the blood spill on me
I feel
torn and no more

A soul now gone with the sin
the moon that hides behind the clouds
so shy and soft
the gentle light
shattered like porcelain
Written by 666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
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