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Post by Lestat on Mon May 12, 2014 8:16 pm

Brought down by blackened wings,
Damned to Hell by petty things.

Though damnation wasn't her thought,
Her damnation was God's only fault.

In this fire, sin will be fused,
A world without sin is God's only muse.

Whimsical in what I might see,
These vexation's came over me.

Wanton washes over,
Satan, unforgiving loather.

Expanding my thoughts to the unexplained,
Revealing the wrong and the insane.

I loath you now as ever before,
I see that I am nothing but folklore.

Author Notes
I really like this piece, and I would like for you to read it, and respond back.
Written February 6th, 2006

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