They're coming.
a figment of Shadows approaching from the waters.
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Water.
The necropolis is flooded
as my decomposing corpse absorbs the clear blood.
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Blood.
A pool of purity
becomes a pool of fornication,
idolatry,
murder,
sin.
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When the cult swore
to save her Birth,
I never knew
that truly meant our Death.
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Psychasthenia: A Life Black Nights
PoetryMy first Book of Truth I would also like to thank XDreamWithMeX for the cover. This is a story of five friends, my personal, closest friends, and their Secrets. Very few can tell what they are, but most are too captivated by the art it creates. ~In...
