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Wednesday, July 13, 2005


   Nine...
I have fallen from grace.
The happiness i cannot embrace.
Lost in my empty mind,
Count the scars in my heart...nine...

I lay on my bed.
Being so close to the dead,
Bleeding.And come to find.
I bear scars of nine...

Leaving the tainted soil of earth.
And aiding the womb in giving birth.
The silence contains the word,
In which my neck is around the cord.

Drops of blood run down my face.
Bounded by the wrists with lace.
Captured by the demon Andariel,That bathes in blood of 1,000 virgins.
A trance i become to be.
Hands and feet bounded, fallen to my knees.

Poison fills my body and in my viens, As they hold me by there choking chains.

Holding tight never letting go.
Tieing me tight to the sacrifice table.
Shadows flood around me, chanting and cursing.
Fear begins surfacing from me.

Finally, the time has come,My whole being grows numb.
Daggers fly within the air.
One more breath before i die,
At last stabs to the heart...nine...

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