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Comfort
Contributed by
crow
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Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 05:56:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Some live for the resurrection
feeding on seconds.
That dark abyss,
where you walk the paths in comfort
and need no eyes.
What would you have if not torment,
no safety in giving yourself away.
The darkness folds each and every night
you with it,
Cauldrons boil from way down deep.
The acids of life chew and chew,
but now your a well oiled machine.
What would you give if I offered
what nights would be mine.
Inherit your sacrifice over and over,
devouring them one at a time...
"someone will reach for the drowning hand".. Vincent
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2005-01-06 17:56:13]
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Re: Comfort
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by autumngreeneyes on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 09:38:45 PM AEST
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Inherit your sacrifice over and over,
..... humans inherited imperfection.. The sarifice atoned for it with the outpouring of blood.. imperfection means sin.. until we pay for sin with death.. the sooner the better.. |
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Re: Comfort
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by shelby on
Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 05:20:27 PM AEST
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interesting I see a deeper meaning
nuff said
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