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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

WHAT NEW REALMS OF SHAME AWAIT:

Within This Wretched Sense Of Guilt:



    Can you see the bitter tears of pain and anguish,

    Which bind you to this one, unforgiving end?



    Can you hear the awful, triumphant silences,

    Which overtake these weary, troubled lands?



    Can you smell the tragic agony of those gentle innocents,

    Who are left, helpless and undone?



    Can you taste the fires of regret,

    Which burn so vibrantly,

    Within your vacant self?



    Can you feel the uncanny weight of madness,

    Which rends you, wholly,

    Of life from limb?

    posted by Valhenstrogg | Wednesday, May 04, 2005

    1 Comments:

    Thus spake Blogger Valhenstrogg:

    A hapless inquisition, straying quickly into the failing poetic revelries of one man's sensuous delight within the tyrannies of gross inequity, contained within our own vicious human natures.

    Thursday, May 25, 2006  

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