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Poem of an Insane priestess committing the most heinous sin of all... |
| Serenade Of Shadows: Profane Prayer Shadows slither past unseeing eyes as night draws near, yet no one hears her deadly cries of sorrow; corrodes the weeping heart. Rusty dagger withdrawn, the hand unseen, she retreats with keen. The house of god, the host to death, of its former master, that filthy Wretch, a grand priestess. [pause] The ghosts of mind played devils games on faiths corrupting Kind. The heretic, a lack of Faith. A world envisioned for men, where no women see Amen As a comment, please, try and read this and interpret it as deeply as possible, because it is riddled with a lot of underlying messages and meaning that took me ages to put in to it. Thanks =] I hope you enjoy this poem =D |