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Author: Dark Enchanted
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-03-03 - Updated: 09-03-03 - id:1390581
Imagine this as your own nature
A being of hate
Correction of terror
Let your body see and nothing to forgive
Give the place and understanding of inlightenment
This curse is divine
Is giving for the time dead
An unsure time as brought new meaning
Forgotten the heavens that spoke
Shout the listening time of angels through a being of hope

Make your body see and day of rest
Take a shine with speech improper
A un-shined light that gleams down
Forward stalk of heavens glare

Unsure and screaming undo power
My sun
Burning away

My wonderful rains downfall to my own
A time to hold back and learn
Fake a spirit that we take
A lie that we live

Turn your soul into the hate that you see
A fight that is played with lies
We feel that ways of days and seas of earth

To play the love that is between hate
Black rose against the pain
Blood against the knife that to tame

I rise again any sound to dying nature
As god I see is shown
Where is the hope that they project
Spirit cries

Saying nothing to me crashing down
This is the sun that shines
An innocent child

Can you make me cry with my own time
Shake you I breath in same but only death is shone
On my awakened body
To my deathly strength

Only god has been the shown of light
A despised body ripped apart my scars
Sins of death and doom with tears

A fate that brings so deep
Alone in my world I weep
No more is the sight of light so true

A correction has responded with nothing at all
The day of doom and conqueror I fall
Nothing that is shown is real
To see in you the real hate
To be in this the true of my life



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