Alas her tears reached Heavens where immortals prevail...
her soul was bereft of life in such an ungodly throes....
her blood used in cleansing an unworthy land
upon the sins of the fathers...
who knows what becomes of her underneath....
D world known not to mortals?
The pains she feels.....D rage that burns out of her solemn heart
the resentment she harbors....
Her dreadful laments
" save me mother..save me"
"what was my sin"?
Life raped her out of wickedness to humanity...
while she was asleep....
Yet sees and thinks herself a Virgin
Now "her quest for vengeance beckons and beclouds my dreams..
the time she courses every soul on earth
It is the time every soul departs from its flesh
A moment a child seeks peace and countless ire betides
Gothic moments"
Dear Heavens,
As her mournful cries,
Rain not upon d earth seraphic but crimson-like tears
for her quest to be fulfilled......
Although dead but still lives with my heart......
Adieu Bosom !!!!!!
Tempest Smarsh (Tempest)
Oh my goodness! i feel like shouting out loud. this really got into me big time. i just felt like reading it over and over again. people should read this.
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