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undocumented lies exhumed - unmitigated truth entombed © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
puppet master
unmitigated lies exhumed - undocumented truth entombed
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
Puppet Master
Gadreel darchangel source of truth and light your seal shines in the firmament It's witnessed every single night. You nudged the quills of scribes inspired.... who took your nom de plume, unwittingly applied it to His word ... had the Maker's own entombed. Your master plan to strike his name and substitute your own is working Prince.... everyone says "Gad".... by Jove your name has grown.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
Gadreel
# Inside        of              my                    head                                      Entombed                                    is                                         a                                                            B   R   A   I   N                                       Can’t                                              shake                                                       this                                                                        feeling                                                            That                                                                it’s                                                              not                                                                  the                                                                   same                                                      Infected sickness                                                 Covered with dull pain                                          A rabid                          werewolf                                       I’m trying                             to tame                                      Almost off                              the leash                                     I tug at                                    the reigns                                     Hold              on         with       sheer will                                     Have          nothing       to                 gain                                                                     My                       efforts;                  A joke                                    Fighting               a freight                   train                                     Through              grit teeth             I smile                                       Demeanor                                    I feign                                           Failure              coming            soon                                              My life,         one more        stain                                                                  Lost                                                                    sight                                                                       of                                                                       it                                                                         all                                                                   To                                                               what                                                              it                                                  pertains                                                       I                                                     am                                               sinking                                                 down                                                    Spinning in                                        the drain                                                     An                                                endless                                               battle                                         Forever                                      the                                 bane                              Of                       my            existence             No                   longer                    I’m                   sane……… #
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
Brain Entombed
# Inside        of              my                    head                                      Entombed                                    is                                         a                                                            B   R   A   I   N                                       Can’t                                              shake                                                       this                                                                        feeling                                                            That                                                                it’s                                                              not                                                                  the                                                                   same                                                      Infected sickness                                                 Covered with dull pain                                          A rabid                          werewolf                                       I’m trying                             to tame                                      Almost off                              the leash                                     I tug at                                    the reigns                                     Hold              on         with       sheer will                                     Have          nothing       to                 gain                                                                     My                       efforts;                  A joke                                    Fighting               a freight                   train                                     Through              grit teeth             I smile                                       Demeanor                                    I feign                                           Failure              coming            soon                                              My life,         one more        stain                                                                  Lost                                                                    sight                                                                       of                                                                       it                                                                         all                                                                   To                                                               what                                                              it                                                  pertains                                                       I                                                     am                                               sinking                                                 down                                                    Spinning in                                        the drain                                                     An                                                endless                                               battle                                         Forever                                      the                                 bane                              Of                       my            existence             No                   longer                    I’m                   sane……… #
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Abstraction of every glimpse,                      woven within closed views. But still they gaze on the entombed caskets,        that have never been looked upon. And within there is only broken reflections,           that collect mute on the screams of reverberated white room.                             Where every thing is silence.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
Abstraction Of Reflections
Would I dream of you, Your face entomed within Me, like a bird caged but free. I dream of you, But the emotional turmoil Leaves you blurry within. I never wished to lumber upon You, better that I let this Dream do as others, fade away.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Dreaming of never having
Life and death... The endless cycle This is what we both fear and love, It's pain that brought you future pleasure And it's pleasure which brought you future pain, Don't run from yourself when push comes to shove, Here I am, still before you. All washes away with rain. Nature shall be the universal anointment upon your head, It will become your honest everlasting saviour, It will make certain that you in spirit live forever after Once you overcome fate, entombed by your fears no more.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
Fear
The door never relinquished its grip, baneful whispers knocked endlessly non where heard but some screamed. Clamouring upon senses worth, edging them towards deliriums shade. Wishing to open lingering to be again rebirthed. But wood inscribed knots hidden where eyes did not linger, few could see what it forcibly entombed, kept forever concealed. There are many bushes that linger outside its view, these are the souls that dared to knock once now obscured. It will keep knocking on the veil, waiting for it true intent now cunningly revealed.  Who will be its bearer, who will keep it entombed. *"Can you hear the door knocking will you seek its shrouded truths,*
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
What It Kept Behind
I took it in hand it bled my pain, crimson ink was entombed on each stroke my torment spilt with ever increasing momentum. But you can only bleed so much before you run dry and emaciated your mind slowly puts that red inked pen down, you bled enough on the page. But now the thoughts have died, your wanting to bury this that was ill conceived. Truths that your mind thanks but your eyes cant handle truth.
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
I Scribbled My Pain In Red Ink
You cain't go back to yesterday's dawn by adding another verse to an old song When time was by my side we galloped through the years Now the time shows and slows and disappears "Where has time flown ?" is but an insult to youthful plea protagonist to the old and just echoes in me While love was delegated , regulated , copulated . . . it became sedimentated , heated , then pressurized It became cold marble entombed in ways that now are just memorried
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Cain't Go Back