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Post by Prophet on Mar 28, 2011 1:31:28 GMT -8
Death & I
We walk hand in hand, Death and I, the fearful figure, cloaked in black, being my benefactor since my days of youth, rich in the ways of solitude and pain. This skele-tine angel, scythe in hand, is always present, watching over my shoulder, smiling, laughing at the knowledge that he shall be the main guardian, always seeing this seedling god, though I shall never have known the sight of his invisible form.
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