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A vast landscape spanning mountains and valleys, Enter entombed upon the dark marsh and gullies. - The trees, all decayed except the weeping willows, Flattened forests jut up through the hillocks. - The call of a raven can be heard betwixt, The open cavemouth of all silence, The breeze concerns your cheek’s fine flesh, And you know inside that God exists. - The beautiful darkness that escapes the light, Shocks as if thunder were having its fright. - From the gorgeous hillside at where Cain murdered Able, To the trepid path leading to Four horses’ stable. - The wind’s vague touch clearing fallen leaves, The spring’s dripping water rids of disease, Ash of the cremated flows through the air, Swept up, caught in without despair. - Sharing stories around a somber fire, The warming words do stoke the pyre. - The Black Cabal does peak between, The center valley betwixt mounts obscene, - The abhorrent cathedral in gothic fashion, Does purify in all reactions, Leaving clean and reborn again, Remaining free for eternity to gate about Eden.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Eden.
A vast landscape spanning mountains and valleys, Enter entombed upon the dark marsh and gullies. - The trees, all decayed except the weeping willows, Flattened forests jut up through the hillocks. - The call of a raven can be heard betwixt, The open cavemouth of all silence, The breeze concerns your cheek’s fine flesh, And you know inside that God exists. - The beautiful darkness that escapes the light, Shocks as if thunder were having its fright. - From the gorgeous hillside at where Cain murdered Able, To the trepid path leading to Four horses’ stable. - The wind’s vague touch clearing fallen leaves, The spring’s dripping water rids of disease, Ash of the cremated flows through the air, Swept up, caught in without despair. - Sharing stories around a somber fire, The warming words do stoke the pyre. - The Black Cabal does peak between, The center valley betwixt mounts obscene, - The abhorrent cathedral in gothic fashion, Does purify in all reactions, Leaving clean and reborn again, Remaining free for eternity to gate about Eden.
andrew-p-marheine
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
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