

DuskCanst thou body be perfected more? Enshrouded valleys and shadowy vistas by darknesss graces drawn to murderous light Grasped tightly by the angels of the oddDusk
Twixt death and slumber, hidden just o'er sight, thine beauty rests
Sweet pine accents the lips, drawing blood forth from cadavering flesh Death crawls ceaselessly upon rent earth Earth that woeful tears shalt never nourish
Brackish skylines encumber thy passion Black lit tarn reflecting
my rabid desires in your fervor
Thou art forever wrested from my grasp as was
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Madmen are the best kinda men.
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Devon
Foster
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Madmen are the best kinda men.
*taps 5 swamp, plays 'Chill to the Bone'*
ha, you're destroyed.
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Devon
Foster
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Madmen are the best kinda men.
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