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Raise your glasses

This wind sounds of wolves,

Stampeding across the world, 

Children devouring souls,

Lead the child, 

In knowing my name,

So know this, 

With the etherial handshake,

In the province of hatred,

 This is Your curse,

I'll drink to your demise,

Blackened skies,

Behold the valleys,

Covered in frost,

Fathom this,

Appreciate,

Approbate, 

And recognize,

The martyrs cost,

Paying for blood,

In vast sin,

Raise your glasses,

I'll salute,

Heres to you, 

And many more.

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sean-rozario
Portuguese
Published
Feb 27, 2010
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