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Queror Pro Mortuus (Elegy)
behold and beware...
The Splintered Shards of All I Am
shards of glass, a ruptured heart...
Rip the stitching from the angels wings
broken halos stifle their walk with their loving...
Your Ever Damning Arms
trading integrity for a sense of fulfillment that...
Oh, the perils of mankind
I'm still looking for a sign of life in this grave...
I really wish I could tell you just how much you mean to me, but words weren't meant to express something so meaningful. |
Keep our eyes on the the prize |