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This monster is deranged A plague, faceless killing without a care Bleeding itself dry Repulsed at its own stare No other hate could compare But the words of an angel who is so fair…… Subside A calm ocean breeze BROUGHT IT DOWN TO ITS ******* KNEES Only a solace alike could end all war BUT NOTHING OF THIS MAGNITUDE HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE Amazed, she is perfect and beautiful and the only The only One who will calm this beast As it lays vulnerable yet not afraid of what its actions bequeathed Bleed, it may deserve it but this monster doesn’t care A million years pass by in a second of her stare Unaware of what pain used to be The rage inside did finally die For now…. For now this abomination will continue to rest Maybe gaining strength, preparing for the next This harp playing angel circles him forever Falling in love with the calm Immortal tranquility seems so strong Being risen from the earth so cold Hated so much throughout his life Who could’ve ever foretold? “Not I” Breathed this calm monster “Not I”
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
CALM
This monster is deranged A plague, faceless killing without a care Bleeding itself dry Repulsed at its own stare No other hate could compare But the words of an angel who is so fair…… Subside A calm ocean breeze BROUGHT IT DOWN TO ITS ******* KNEES Only a solace alike could end all war BUT NOTHING OF THIS MAGNITUDE HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE Amazed, she is perfect and beautiful and the only The only One who will calm this beast As it lays vulnerable yet not afraid of what its actions bequeathed Bleed, it may deserve it but this monster doesn’t care A million years pass by in a second of her stare Unaware of what pain used to be The rage inside did finally die For now…. For now this abomination will continue to rest Maybe gaining strength, preparing for the next This harp playing angel circles him forever Falling in love with the calm Immortal tranquility seems so strong Being risen from the earth so cold Hated so much throughout his life Who could’ve ever foretold? “Not I” Breathed this calm monster “Not I”
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
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