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Tuesday, August 23, 2005


   EXISTENCE OF NOTHING
Existence of nothing
by: Evangelist

To think of what I should do
to the tempest winds, my wtaerloo
should i reject the blood of my ancestors
and give pleasure to those predators
i never thought this will be this hard
like picking broken glasses' shard
the evening moans, the sky starts to weep
as the guardian lost the keys to its keep
I'll never know, I'll never find out
YOu'll never hear me how much i shout
You barred the doors, threw the lock's key
From now on I'll try to be blind, I'll never see.
The ground is damp, my foot stuck to the mud
I touch my cheek there was a drop of blood.
I look up to see the crimson skies
with angels humming homicidal lullabies.
I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pour
then again...
then again...
i was no more...

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