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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:28 am
Damned
The chains that bind my sould
to this god forsaken land
are tearing it apart
and grinding it like sand.
My soul's no longer free,
for the sins that i have made,
are pulling it towards earth,
to a land of death and trade.
I'm no longer scared,
nor am i afraid,
of this place i dwell in
or the place i've made.
How easy life must be
outside these burning walls.
I shall never know
for all i do is fall.
-Niku
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 1:10 pm
That is a very good poem, please continue writing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 1:07 am
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