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The inevitable

Grim Raven- vaunt at the right time To salvage my corpse from my last lie I honored my fractured vision And forgot my righteous mission I played imprudently with demons Brewing many wagers with the abyss I slipped at the cap ‘sheaf of madness And was beset by my fellow hellions They all want me to help them And can’t see that I’m a weapon It’s obligatory I’ll eventually explode I’m sorry this was never my goal
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montay-henson
26 / M / American
Published
Mar 26, 2012
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