Wickedness
I found my way from the depths of the darkest places to see the light of something.
Then relized it was a train.
I move out the way as it brings death to my enemys, I look to the spirits of the fallens.
Passionate that I will prevale.
I flap me wings and fly away to he next begining.
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I dont really know what I was writing but I thought it was cool.
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Pehdenposted on 12/02/2007
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