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The dove was watching on an endless night, while the wolf whistled to the silent trees of twilight. Grinning at the falling leaves and frost. It's soul on fire, cut the night From its moonlit perch; the dove; sitting, he law the masked and shadowed mongrel, he barred teeth shining silver, daggers when he dared to breath . And closing came through death: unbound by law. After the wolf had conquered and consumed the world beneath the dove's feet. Now he soon desired lights and moons for his dark altars. The men in white make life feel rejected why?- since the dove flies in neglected skies, and laughs at the world from his golden stars.
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
From His Golden Stars
The dove was watching on an endless night, while the wolf whistled to the silent trees of twilight. Grinning at the falling leaves and frost. It's soul on fire, cut the night From its moonlit perch; the dove; sitting, he law the masked and shadowed mongrel, he barred teeth shining silver, daggers when he dared to breath . And closing came through death: unbound by law. After the wolf had conquered and consumed the world beneath the dove's feet. Now he soon desired lights and moons for his dark altars. The men in white make life feel rejected why?- since the dove flies in neglected skies, and laughs at the world from his golden stars.
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
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