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Para Siempreby ~Rojo123
RevolutionRevolutionRevolution
In this head—a revolution Reinventing me, Killing the monarchy of my mind. And oh my eyes have opened, In this world remaining blind. I hear something. A voice heard beyond my King, No, several heard, In my brain their echoes ring, In my brain I hear them sing— Revolution! Revolution, Kill my King! And Revolution replies to their plea, Breaking all bonds, Setting them free. And in the little palace— That is my place of mind— I hear the distant chatter Of six thousand soldiers lost in time. &nb
by ~Rojo123
Natural SinWind blowing through the garden Like God’s sweet breath. A tree sways. The impure fruit dangles, Unnatural fruit, not of the branches, Not of the roots, not of the leaves, Not of the grass, unnatural fruit. What pleasures concealed there? Inorganic sin hangs only in the eyes of man, Natural sin falls like rain from God. In slithered the serpent. Take it, take it, hissed the serpent— Ideal form of evil Natural form of evil Great green serpent,Natural Sin
Take it; take it! Hissing again— Shall I not for God, Or shall I for heart’
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Your text stuff is very way cool too!
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When you enter to the past's room...
Can you feel the tears that caress you like thousands of anxious hands due to all the feelings enclosed there?
Thats what nostalgic is?
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Didn't your mother tell you not to play with dead people?
Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo
~written-from-within
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