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Devils Due
When the dark holds sway, in my soul
eaten alive by this hungry leach of sorrow
slurp the blood of this coal black heart
beating in a corpse
when the end of pain draws near
such light as given paints a dim path
fleeting shadows seem ablaze after midnight existance
dancing in pity
eater of the damned, embrace this husk
forlorn shell cast aside by lumination
feast on this empty,decayed form
I hope you choke
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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