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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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Copyright 2000 TheProphetUntold
Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.
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On Tuesday, February 26, 2019, Chelsey Elaine
(75)
wrote:
pretty damn good for your first. I'd hate to see mine lol
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On Thursday, December 6, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT
(697) wrote:
Short and sweet, I love it. Nice.
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On Friday, February 3, 2017, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
A sign of the greatness that lay ahead..
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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.
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On Friday, July 5, 2013, Mirror Mirror
(2) wrote:
17? Let me go and hang my head in shame.
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On Thursday, July 4, 2013, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...yes, sacrificial as the lamb...
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