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2010-02-13 | |
There was once a time when life began running without us. Step by step, curse by curse, enduring anathemas, under the spell of your fragile pale touch I shiver, I somehow survive.
Only then have I agonizingly hidden my scars in the valley of shame that in my early days stunned life completely, now emerging me as a distinguished hermit.
Listen as fallen in disgrace, punished by unwanted revelations, with the warmth of angels smile, I'm reborn as a slave riding the lightning into the night.
Now you're walking my shoes, but your misshapen conclusion arisen from the tombs of my abyss, thought of live after death exiled you from resurrection.
From your icy tomb of temptation and sin, reopened at the sound of my possible return, those blasphemous rumors you once loved to send, brought your violent end sadly with Judas as your taker.
As I show my mercy, you remember my last words crushing your sanity.
Death is certain and life is not, fear not dying, daunt not death only fear living thinking that you would never die and succeed not dying without having a life.
With no heart left in your chest, left only for the eternal bleed to death, your bishops and your knights abandoned hanged in the dusk, your pawns en passant celebrated departure, while you my queen of despair from your mysterious ways, you ended up slashing your wrists to bypass to a new life, to a new reality.
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