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Their Dishonor

Bastardly death
Lingers on my throat
Awkwardly. Slowly
Catastrophe creeps and
Kisses with morbid

Gasps, warning of
Antique poisons that
Lack sacred humility.
Lifted until dead and swung in drunk
Oscillating movements, my soul
Wretches in limbo eternally
Stained in their dishonor.

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based upon:
http://arian-1991.deviantart.com/art/The-senders-106990662

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  • AngelKat42
    March 5, 2009
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    most definitely a very dark poem that you've written.

    good luck
    kat


  • Beautiful-N-Broken silver member
    March 1, 2009
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    Oh wow. Very dark! A pleasure to read. Great job!