After the Cannibals First Taste
Blood of the pomegranate stains my soul
as Hades stares in sanguine stupor.
My fangs sever the fruits frail sinew
and Satan hisses my sordid toll.
After the Cannibals First Taste Blood of the pomegranate stains my soul as Hades stares in sanguine stupor. My fangs sever the fruits frail sinew and Satan hisses my sordid toll. |
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I'm such a bad poet. =w=; this is so creatively worded an' stuff. I'm terrible at these things. *sob sob*
I totally like this, though. <3 really nice.
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A shitload of teens have the following in their signature:
"92% of teens would be dead if Abercrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe, blahblah"
If you know that it's impossible to die by holding your own breath, put this in your signature.
Honestly it's the Earthwinds staff that helps shape meh poetry/prose. XD I write some crap down then they "round table" edit it, and voi la. Hehe. But thank you all the same, lovie.
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"If you care for others, then dispense with pity and sacrifice and recognize the value in letting them fight their own battles. And when they triumph, they will be even stronger for the victory." -Kreia
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