rm_shizki 33M
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1/2/2006 5:42 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm



She’s trapped in purgatory
Not even the angels can beat the sins out of her
A lifeless object and yet oh so alive
She sits around all day and beats on others all the time
She’s awaiting reprisal
She waits her turn in Hell
Death will be her acquisition
She merges with Death and smiles like a bat out of Hell
Her return to power draws near
She fights those who stole her strength
Fall onto me the sky’s crimson tears
She scars the sky with a wicked grin
She abolishes the rules made of stone
She breaks the rules and takes control
Her world is raining blood
As she causes chaos and destruction
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Raining its pain
Creating her structure
Forming her mold
Now she shall reign in blood
As her world falls apart.

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