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In Die HoH

In the heights of Roan I roam, day and night questioning my existence on this worthless rock, making sense of things that aren't always as they seem. I wait late at night for some serif to come and break me free of my pains, but God isn't looking to relieve me from my trials, instead he chooses to give me nightmares instead of all the dreams that he had once given me. As the sun rises I see the moon slip away, away to a far off land where it can do much better in the night than it can in the day-time and time again I see people fall and noone dares to help them up like untouchables in the darkness of hell's spillway, yet when someone takes the plunge they finally find that serif that they have been waiting for the Lord to send and take away our pain, and shame-less one man come and pull his glock from underneath his trenchcoat and watch the flood pour from our serif's head like an avalanche to our soul, and yet there our lady in white rises up and leaves this worthless rock to venture far into her home, yet the nightmares still remain but there is left a sign to all the people who witness this glorious becoming. Though evil grabs ahold like a snake around this mouse of a world, a strike in the heel is nothing like a crushing blow to the head.

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Why I quit MySpace

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