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Blessed with Hatred
Recall the silence you feel
with every ounce of hatred within
like a brooding storm of scarlet
masked beneath your unforgiving sin.
Ivory glistens as if polished by the moon,
but you are as obsidian, silent and cold.
Sharply igniting the pain inside,
the cold glaze of the fiery glames
swirls about you, consuming you.
One wing rises above the flying ash,
the scent of rage blinding your eyes
groping for some sense of security
as you suddenly come to realize...
your life was a lie...all that you were
has crumbled away to reveal what you are...
your voice so silent and commanding,
you are blessed with hatred, and always will be.
 Sin of fallen angels · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 03:21am · 0 Comments |
