| aim: Crimson Gabriel |
[17 May 2020|08:59pm] |
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[17 May 2020|07:12pm] |
With ev'ry wound comes quiet
Death to steal away our life and breath
Of youth. With ev'ry little pain--
The shocks to soul or mortal flesh--
An older soul takes up the rein.
For what is life but fleeting years
Marked clearly by the scars and tears
Of time? I peer across my frame,
So marked and yellowed like a book
That I can call each hurt by name.
If length of life you dearly crave,
Then flee from pain and hurt to save
Your soul. Or, as the vampires do,
Make supplications sweet with Death
To live eternal, if not true.
†
"You've reached Gabriel. Got something to say? Spit it out."
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