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Feb 2016
Sinner, kneeling at the gates
Break him, broken man
Beat vice from flesh
****** mess, lying at the gates

Take firm in hand, the mind
Cut free tethers of memory
Cauterise lingering pride
Childish fool, crying at the gates

No longer, earthly bonds ensnare
Pulp made from flesh
Prisms clutter the sanity
Perfect creation to wander alone
Wolfgang Blacke
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Wolfgang Blacke
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   GaryFairy
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