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rnj

...and i can be your knight, if only you would let me.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004
gothic poem
8/24/2004 02:37:00 pm

A thousand years time dimension,
In subconscious incarceration.
My hatred to man, has transformed me.
Into a habitation for demons.
A devil incarnation.
Dark was the day i was born,
Even darker on that eve I were to be torn.
To die in martyrium,
For darkness endless mysterium.
To die in silent spasms of screaming.
My life is infected by no meaning.

*goths rule!!


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