Dreaming R6AL
You see black, my teeth are splintered just to taste dark - I am veal to the ill of my meat, flesh burned by my hand on this land - I key the gate, the forgotten vortex - What wants out is the screams of your shouts - Plea i dont, my war is with death - When my heart is burned, i will rest the witch quest - Ponder the stars, the end is not that far - Dreams are real, your day is faked by your selfish will to take - The whisper from the trees, you spade the leaves instead you should rake the pale in dead
poem by Unic Cjonr
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