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Tuesday, February 21, 2006


a poem requested but Ian my friend
The blood it runs down my hands
it drips into the cool dark sand
The moon it shines ever so bright
to show the pain that whent on this night
so in the sand i sit and wait
for carma to deal me my everlasting fait
Because what i did is to great a sin
for me to fight fait and win
so now i lay here cold and dead
because of the blood that i shead
now this dark sand is my home forever
and the souls set free will wander together
untill time ends and darkness wins
ill lay dead my ashes flying in the wind

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