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Sins of Thy Beloved

written by: Fallen Engel



Black candle wax drips down your chest
Henna runes hang around your neck
how my decadent soul cries from the
Cut of the razor, drops of blood tell of a
Love that never was. Weird dreams echo
In my head, as huge silver tears pool like
A lake throughout the years. All my thoughts
fall like waning tokens, make me an elixir
Of one last potion before all is lost to the
Expanding oceans. Don't try to explain your
Actions, peppering the pill, it's all over even
The thrill. My last Opus 1, you can't kill me it's
Already been done.

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