***Blood kissed her lips
'pon the bane of madness,
wary of world's
sans conscience,
she conjured her own destiny
as silently admonished winds
withered the existence
of dawning creations,
in the name of the father and
turbulent humility,
beyond reproached deliverance***
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
***Blood kissed her lips
'pon the bane of madness,
wary of world's
sans conscience,
she conjured her own destiny
as silently admonished winds
withered the existence
of dawning creations,
in the name of the father and
turbulent humility,
beyond reproached deliverance***
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