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My Lament
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the barren land.
In numbness I beg forgiveness
while nothingness approaches.
Now alone, my love falls upon blind eyes.
This is my salvation.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the barren land.
In numbness I beg forgiveness
while nothingness approaches.
Now alone, my love falls upon blind eyes.
This is my salvation.
Published 25th Sep 2011
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31st May 2012 1:34am
no need for the periods(.) they emulate weakness in the writing. (like the audience doesn't know when to pause or stop) ("darkly")? there is probably a better word to be had...
