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| Written by Hoakz | |
| Wednesday, 01 January 1997 | |
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The massive darkness of distance, the well of faceless words, weaves the web of tears, spinns them together, into shadows and darkness. The chaotic center of confusion, the stem of the battleship, cuts like a blade through thoughts and senses, till fragments and dust are all there is. Look at me, prince of shadows, croaking ravens on the gallows hill, mock and laugh at mans struggle, I know so clearly, so awfully well, that shadows and silence will be my only reward. |
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