March 15, 2010
By I<3TDWP BRONZE, Calgary, Other
I<3TDWP BRONZE, Calgary, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk."
Stephen King

Spit at the feet of


For it was "He" who was the voice
Of those who've commited the ultimate


In this eternal winter, cold lingers
In your bones and seals you with
Rust. Look to the sky, where our
New "God" dominates


With your soul in a glass cage
For all to see, it reeks of


No more, will shadows be cast as
the darkness prevails. An abundance
Of frost; fog lays thick over the
Palace of "God" as angels weep


Chaos does not cease to exist,
And we realize that we can no
Longer see beyond this

Everlasting Hell.

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Milo! said...
on Apr. 8 2010 at 11:54 pm
This is really good. It’s easy to relate to, and interesting to read. Keep writing, because this is really good. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.

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