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Oct 2014
The streaming of numbers
codes that I always break
to the slumber of darkness
at the brink of time
at Octobers end

My fleet wait for me
and in darkness I cast my final spell
the last of my heart will beat
to the drum of never ending suffering
and the tangled cords
of the violins of violence will call

Don't pity me
for I am more then a number
the blood name they gave me
885729 and yes it's mine
I cast shields and send
at octobers end


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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