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Post by loke on Feb 9, 2011 20:33:47 GMT -6
I name it Poison
There is nothing, no nothing left. Only sorrow, essence of death. It can't rain forever, the river runs dry. All that once was, withered and died. There is no future, nothing to be. All is as dust, beneath an empty sea. Cold is the wind, empty the air. Life can be forgotten, when it's not there.
That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die!
LOKE Herald Of The Old Ones Cult Of Cthulhu
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Post by Inha Delgado Ot Anth Paz jeem on Feb 9, 2011 21:53:59 GMT -6
is this a song? or a poem?
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