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Author: Virusware
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Drama - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-04-05 - Updated: 10-04-05 - id:2020765

The Storm Of Rise

No turning back now,

The end is nigh

to send the lies,

endure the pain

with blood it’s stained,

The blood is spilled

The truth is killed

Mend the bend

To end the pain,

Now Is my turn

to send to the depths

what I have distilled,

to ashes they’re burned

How dare you deceive

all those who love

and care for you with passion

Soon to conceive

even the thought of your love

blaspheme to any cove

stopped in your tracks

before any more vicious acts,

The blood is spilled

The truth is killed

Mend the bend

To end the pain,

Now Is my turn

to send to the depths

what I have distilled,

to ashes they’re burned

Cast from the inner reaches

banished to the outer ends

killed from the memory

stopping to the sound of dead

How can you live

with all that you do

how can you get

everything your way,

The blood is spilled

The truth is killed

Mend the bend

To end the pain,

Now Is my turn

to send to the depths

what I have distilled,

to ashes they’re burned

It’s finally here

the end has come

no longer can you

behold all the power

now is your demise

giving way to my rise,

Now you’ve been stopped

And I’ve been reclaimed

Now it’s all over

and you’ve been detained

The blood is spilled

The truth is killed

Mend the bend

To end the pain,

Now Is my turn

to send to the depths

what I have distilled,

to ashes they’re burned

-Virusware



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