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The days drag
by
like Corpses
like Corpses
tied
to Nightmare
to Nightmare
Horses.
(Without
(Without
Faith
in
My Head.)
I was
My Head.)
I was
a
General
once
once
of
Holy
Forces.
(Now
(Now
I Command
The
The
Living Dead.)
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and
I hate the way
that
Moonlight stares,
(through
+
and
I hate the way
that
Moonlight stares,
(through
these
crumbling
Walls of
crumbling
Walls of
Memory.)
It seems the
It seems the
Gods
No longer care!
(Heavens
No longer care!
(Heavens
Host
Became
Became
The
Enemy.)
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Salvation
Enemy.)
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Salvation
Now is
not an
not an
option,..
(or
(or
perhaps
it
never was?)
never was?)
as
I lay here
in
My
My
Cardboard
Coffin!!
(Lamenting
Coffin!!
(Lamenting
The
Loss
of Love.)
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And...
Night
of Love.)
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And...
Night
Marches
On
On
like
a
Heartless
Cavalry..
headed
Cavalry..
headed
towards
The
Final
Final
War.
Knowing
Knowing
(In Time)
it shall see
it shall see
Victory!!
(and
the
Light will
Shine
Shine
No
More.)
J.Stephen.H.
J.Stephen.H.
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