Where instill the power clutch, Divided lines a bit too much? Within ones self, soon denyed. Instead of white, blood red the bride.
Where unto the end of dismay? Caught in your selfish display. As we walk into the room. The cold feel of impending doom.
Well to rest, the Phenox flies. As those around in remorse do cry. Hard nose serpent who rules the night. In a spiritual relm to fight.
And in awe to understand. What are the things designed by man?And to what end Do we refuse to see. That freedom is never free.
We searched for you to no avail. Our reteric is getting stale. Lost some where in time. Pasted pictures in my mind.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-12-26 06:13:52
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