Saturday, April 2, 2005

> the muteking speakth naught

a crescendo of screams fills up the pause between sentences flooding the subconscious with an endlessecho of black clanging of the crackedbell perched dangling from a rustyring atop a crumbling cathedral built on false promises and fake prophets of doom mouthing eternal love and devotion emptied words hollowed echoes reverberating down the halls of shadowfootsteps realizing once again tis not a

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