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Sunday, August 21, 2005


Bitter is thine defeat upon a broken sunset. Face the morn alone to greet the day anew. Rise above the great and set thy faith above the distorted memories. That keeps the fight in me battling on.
Shall thou wake another day, across the tormented storm. Grey approaches me sweetly with crimson water held strong.
Tender has my mind become, destroyed from endless years of solemn tradetiy.
Tenaciously entwined in cross fire of hate and love for life's entirety.
Begotten shadows force the life to prevail and forget the fralty.

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