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Howling wings sear through ancients halls / Where rebirth is naught but an illusion / To the fecund necropolis / And the dead and decaying / The stars spit their vitriol at new lights / That would but expand thby Amor E Morte 76 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 27 12:51 PM 2007. In Dementia, Hysteria, Falseness, Darkness
