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A Name
Shinning whispers of glorified pain hang on the skin
Like toy soldiers unwound in the depths of madness
Resourcing lungs to cover their sin
Untold memories make them dance and sway
Forgotten in the strips of time
Burning on their tongues the words of yesterday.
Seeking another drop of life's pure energy
Devoured through the murky mists of blood
Returning to the surface to grasp those that are free
Silent screams of lights destruction seep into the eye
Tears streaming in the wake of death
Forbidden stars linger still in the sky
Trust the blade of prophecy and grace
Stabbing the souls of long ago
Resurrection begins to bring the new face
Fall down and submit to ancient and fresh
Words unspoken are hurried through the night
Taking nibbles out of human flesh
Wander no more up the wall of shame
Awake the beings and break the glass
Echoing voice brings it all down with a name

August 2014

By Amara13

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