1:1

By TheProphetUntold

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Upon the altar which life was made,
a beacon of filth and waste.

There I wait until my debts are paid,
until the darkness and thus I fade.

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(The first poem I wrote hahah, to be 17.)

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Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Chelsey Elaine On Tuesday, February 26, 2019, Chelsey Elaine (79)By person wrote:

    pretty damn good for your first. I'd hate to see mine lol

  • sTr8-jAcKeT On Thursday, December 6, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT (735)By person wrote:

    Short and sweet, I love it. Nice.

  • carlosjackal On Friday, February 3, 2017, carlosjackal (3010)By person wrote:

    A sign of the greatness that lay ahead..

  • A former member wrote: Metal from birth, Ye, no doubt of that. There were knives in your fists in the womb and shadows of the olde, evil ones played about you in umbilical display...and you strangled them one by one.

  • Mirror Mirror On Friday, July 5, 2013, Mirror Mirror (2)By person wrote:

    17? Let me go and hang my head in shame.

  • FadedBlues On Thursday, July 4, 2013, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    ...yes, sacrificial as the lamb...

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