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Aug 2014
Ripping through my soul,
The black soul invades in,
I let my howl be heard.
Pouring blood that runs all over my face.
Those wrinkled hands cursed my life,
chanting on spells, driving me away of reality.
Those poisonous tongue are the one who dim my light,
leaving these open wounds infected and rotten.
a dark hatred message, leaving no ray of light enlighten my days
Roses Behind Every Thorns
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   Michael Amery
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