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Post by Eikou Hibiki on Sept 21, 2007 14:36:00 GMT -5
How much more can I let slide by myself? How many times can I feign denial? I bottle my conscience up on the shelf. Avoid the judge, suspend the trial.
Here my growing comes to a complete stop. Though my spirit continues its swelling. I feel a shell and one quite soon to pop. Something inside my heart, it is yelling.
Though guilt is gone a void does consume. The numb is worse than suffering feeling. A demon's form shadow does now assume. I cry hopeless for forgiveness healing.
In burning light wicked sins now confessed. No anger, the judge seems almost impressed.
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Sokenfused
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Post by Sokenfused on Sept 25, 2007 11:50:51 GMT -5
Very deep bhadra. Sort of haunting feel to it because of your choice of diction.
-Soken
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