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Ten miles away inexhausting separation
Less than forty five the hands spin
Ticking away andturning into astation
Oiling up the metal deathtrap trad..
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Dipped in heaven's silky clouds
You gracefully fell to this purgatory
Becoming a new haven in your presence
Destiny fating us to embark on our stor..
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In the modern day world, towns are bordered by towering gates of metal, the fences became the beacon of modern society, both securing us and imprisoni..
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Nighttime, the prime time for murder in this hell of a world, and I was born into this living nightmare. The gates were the reminder of us being priso..
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Glorious America-a first world country that managed to recover from its recession barely fifty years ago- was targeted and nicknamed as being the step..
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The orange star plunged itself into darkness, dying with the daylight. The militaryvampiric contributors gazed out upon the dimming horizon. The feedi..
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The town resided in a restless uproar. Westfield was located in the Wisconsin countryside, a frontier not yet attacked by the undead. News of the vamp..
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At my windowsill to Him I pray
My heart out for him to stay
With us, with me, here at home
He left givin' me reason to write this poem
Gazing into..
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I can feel the betrayal of a friend long gone
Backstabbed with an invisible knife in the heart
I whisper my last lubllaby to you, my last song
It h..
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