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Mar 2018
Enter the void...let'it drip like rubees from your lips,
succulent and'rich but WITHOUT joy....for in this place of flesh and bone...
we wait to be destroyed,
a realm of cold desolate depths and catacombs of stone carved steps...leading to'an ancient cavern..they call the void,
the sands of time are running wild, and'it seems that ive misplaced my mind,
I desperately try to remain a child, I keep dreaming ill awake and be fine,
sleep away and leave behind, this world and all it's hurt,
i hear it's pain PULSE and POUND in'a tumultuous sounding BURST,
I hunger and thirst for MORE reguardless of what it is,
its not enough if its not too much, indulge in every moment you live,
counting the days that ive wandered this maze in search of something to give,
just another night inside the void...fading faces of the evening whisper gently into my ear,
im filled with fright but ive got no choice,
aging traces of me leaving LIFT to the sky and disappear,
showers of sorrow and stinging silhouttes of fear, linger here...
inside the void.
L Thor Pedersen
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