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Feathers from the crowFeathers from the crowFeathers from the crow
How bored can I grow ? Counting feathers from the crow Bird of death, wings of woe How empty can i go?
How long will I last? Counting falls from the past River's streams, flows too fast Welcome it when it come to pass
Bird of woe, wings of death Running from the flow Counting feathers from the crow How empty and bored can i grow?
by ~Highwolf
Wrath unendingOh wrath unending, filling my darkness with flowerless rosaryWrath unending
Blood dripping from the thorns, hopelessly feeding my misery Thorn asunder as the hopeless drag me in shadows, my mercy
My compassion burning on the brazier as a wicked heresy
Oh wrath unending, grow thorns to pierce the unwary! Oh soothing misery, poison all who bleed on this rosary! The shadows of the the hopeless, are the tomb to my mercy
Oh Flowerless rosary! Avatar of my wrath
Oh dripping poisoned blood! Avatar of my misery
As I welcome your presence, grant me poetry!
by ~Highwolf
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"If its not in your heart your not going to make it. At the end looking back you'll know its worth it." -Amy Dumas (Lita)
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