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I'm beginning to cross the end Shorn away from mother's side Distant shores steal stolen glances And break away with the tide Let me speak, sweet child in crimson My whispers cut through rivers, Valleys and streams Of forgotten breath And broken being I left his head in a puddle of blood Wave after wave, A broken being I went to lie by the shore Something so still you would not believe Forever isn't always In the land of broken being
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
A Cultist's Vow
I'm beginning to cross the end Shorn away from mother's side Distant shores steal stolen glances And break away with the tide Let me speak, sweet child in crimson My whispers cut through rivers, Valleys and streams Of forgotten breath And broken being I left his head in a puddle of blood Wave after wave, A broken being I went to lie by the shore Something so still you would not believe Forever isn't always In the land of broken being
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
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