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Post by venialst on Jul 9, 2010 6:53:20 GMT -5
becoming of a void your evil grows can you see your reflection become of infamy soon the hauntings will arrive the darkness shields the light so it shall burn like the brands of the might created from transformation
death will keep you away from the renewing of so which they speak rain makes us fragile for the understanding of the sins done with the lies so I will follow & die into my own abyss
a new life with a tainted soul blood spills to center the haunting memories tomorrow filled with pain embracing the relief we have passed
sanctuary consumed by intoxication & confusion life is a game best not played ruined by the needs & redemptions of man to remind us mistakes leave a trail
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Post by inflames on Aug 6, 2010 10:31:39 GMT -5
wow... an elegant poem used from these words. It's length impresses me- you far exceed my drops of poetry skills!
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Post by rayofsun on Aug 6, 2010 10:57:07 GMT -5
Excellent job!!! I am super impressed, this is so dark and even with the "drops" constraints, you were able to flow and create something memorable. Welcome to TPS!!!
rae
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Post by ॐ Hemz ॐ on Aug 10, 2010 5:35:34 GMT -5
This is succinct and beautiful. You did very well considering the constraints of using limited words.
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