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Aug 2014
Darkness it  pollutes
The pool of the soul,
What once seen through
Now but dark pools
Only evil sees now,
The one you knew
Now consumed in darkness
No voice,
A puppet on strings,
Like a passenger in a car
No control of the wheel,
Death would be better.
Than the things now seen,
Through blacked out windows
Evil now breathes, and has control.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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