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- One on One
- Group
- Nation Building
~A collection of poetry made by me~
The citadel
Ancient as violence I dwell
The old draconic wings
for the cyclopean drinks on the bucket of the well
The cries when a pin drops
but their name they can't remember
Demented evils I cry are temptations made by Satan's sweet amber scent
The lantern of madness
I do not seek companionship
And when the bell rings, the church
Sings, the praises of an ignorant deity, Odin
The cycle never ends
When I meet someone to the edge of my patience
my misanthropy lies and sells
And I'm doomed to stay like this forever
Oh cry me a River, the river is made out of the tears in the glands of the years
I do not cheer at nature's ways of forgiveness
I am weird, unforgiving
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