Succubi
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Child of the BurningA Poem by SuccubiThe ashes of the cross wither And conjoin with this earth In the wake of such tragedy As the fumes roll from the hearth Where our ancients' dust.. |
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All I can Do is write about itA Poem by Succubibased on the song "All I can do is write about it" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, but with my own words. Read. I promise you'll enjoy it =) |
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DiabolusA Poem by SuccubiForgetting everything that it was all worth Seeing a light through a new form of darkness Deception and raped perfection Powers of the prowess... .. |
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A Plague on WordsA Poem by SuccubiPromises are kept with gold Close to the heart…but nearer To the hands that feed… The stygian creeds’ potent Wind ever highe.. |
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The Greatest GistA Poem by SuccubiBeyond the Pharos, Eden’s ghost prevails among the haunted shores of Dis Encircling the ashes of time drinking from the Styx all may be f.. |
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Wrath of the PigeonsA Poem by SuccubiA hustler, grips control The world was his playground But now his indistinct has grown old He tries the poker game, hoping to win So he can regain.. |
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For Whom the Bell TollsA Poem by SuccubiWounds mark the pride of men… As a blackened, massive roar fills the crumbling sky From the mysterious glow…angels descend Soldiers.. |
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For Whom Pulls the StringsA Poem by SuccubiEchoes set the stage, a timeless portrait of bedlam Vermillion stains, portend this crippled age Blood is on our hands, they have been wasted in t.. |
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Empire of DirtA Story by SuccubiI looked back with an ominous glare, my reflection in the murky waters stared at me with contempt, jaded violet eyes were peering into mine as they .. |
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Jack the NecrophiliacA Poem by Succubia Really sick erotica...contest entry |
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