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my curse
sorrows lost
my will is gone forever unseen i wait for dawn craddle robbed i'm thrown to hell a broken freedom i cast this spell all alone beauty forsaken flood the plains your life is taken chained and shackled a dead weight soul tears of blood slave to a troll |
wow! I really like that! BDSM comes to mind
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That's really cool... it really got images into my head. I really like the first stanza, about waiting for dawn after will is gone. Something about it clicks in my head.
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Very nice. In the last stanza, "a dead weight soul" seems to stumble over itself, like dead weight, but that may be what you are looking for :)
Cheers, JD |
I really enjoyed reading this. It spoke to me and I just had to tell you great job!
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