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The froth flung from my mouth
my shoulders lurch towards the stone face
hoarse cries set to debase the
brothered ties
demoralize

Molotov sunset subtle sky scene
glow red with throbbing breathes
I will be here
and you will not...


I will be here
and you will not

White knuckle nailbomb handshakes
thrust forth for wills to cave
there is no indecision now
for if legends are truly born
they are mangered in shallow graves
Last edited by JustRooster at Apr 10, 2015,