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Oct 2011
Empty space
Gives shape
To everything
And nothing

But emptiness
Within
Is the beginning
Of sin

You were no lamb
I no Shepard
But with your blood
My soul will be cleansed

Rest now and forget
This cruel, Godless world
Slip into the silence
And become one
With our Lord.
Written by
LT Sylvest
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