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Sunday, October 2, 2005
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“An Untitled Work of a Forgotten Man”
You say…
You want to save me from myself…
From this pain…
From fate…
There is no hope for this fallen Angel…
His wings broken…
Soul shattered…
Life on a tether…
He’s ready to snap…
Ready to give way…
Fall into heaven..
Into the seventh level…
Why does it matter…
Why should I care…
Why should I live…
Why should I die..
I remain numb…
Alone and forgotten…
Only to atone for past action…
Past action of this soulless beast…
Living life on the edge…
Within his walls…
He sits and waits…
For his savior..
It is hopeless…
Nobody will ever come…
Nobody cares that much…
It’s time to leave…
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Talk is cheap.... action is what we die for...
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