If these hands would only kill.
They’d cleanse the world with
Show suffocation beneath the clouds,
The crusade for humanity is nearly
[I. THEY CONGREGATE TO MOURN]
No, we do not welcome the
Faithless Is He That Says Farewell When The Road Darkens
Poured myself out:
I am the empty cup
My hope has died
Hardly
I am a memory,
I never existed
But puncture the skin and fracture the bone,
The present pain
I stand on the edge of destruction emotionally ruined
By the
I have to let you die.
I have to let you
Rest assured...
This is sincere.
This is true.
Let this be my writ
A discontent for the vile and the wretched
Will bring forth
Here's to you who would ruin creation.
Here's to you...
See here
Nothing that breathes is above betrayal.
Nothing that breathes is divine.
~
Ou
Without pretension.
With a sweet chill down my spine...
For a time
Fail the sun to shine as there is no more
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