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Our Feeling
Our Feeling
Consumption with ferocity, a deviant from consistancy, and wraith amongst the living -
a lifeless we assume.
May reliance devour relentlessly, at our patience and persistancy, on the life of another -
may this malice feast in hunger.
Oh - on the calls
a scream of common spawn,
and speak with lanquid reason - friend that has no qualm.
May you never face an inner passage,
that leads to chain and massive
prisons that consist, of the lifeless limp.
Oh one shall praise within the hour, a darkness that devour
shall we lose another? Or till the dawn seek our cover?
Lament in the brick of catacombs, and cryptic screams that soe
a complex mind to fatality, and realize the fantasy of their reality.
Oh - my victim friends, how we earn lament
and share with eachother in mute, a glance that stowes in emotions last respute.
For sorrow may burrow, in a collapsed vein to heart, and speak of this soft;
the horror that deathstalks.
By Kodeir (Richard Alford)
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