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Enter dear guests, to the mind of the corroding soul. An endless cache of careless contemplations, ment to pick at the minds of its viewers, like a crow picks at the flesh of a rotting corpse left for all to see. Watch as this one's sanity fades away, like a memory, lost in the confinds of my dark soul & tainted mind. Bare witness to my silent suffering, as my muffled screams of mercy, fail to reach the ears of the saviors. And then view the loss of innocence, care, remorse, purpose, & then sanity. Stare unto me, as your glances tear through my body & soul, leaving me, a bloody victim of society, peering into the nothinigness of the abyss.
Enter dear guests, to the spectacle of my suffering, & fates cruel sence of humor.
 Deadman X · Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 05:38am · 1 Comments |
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((This is a little thing i heard on my "Lamb Of God" CD-"Ashes Of the Wake". It was like so ******** cool at the fact that these are the kind of words to live by, & that it sounded so freakin kool, too xd . And now, without further adue, i give you "The Rule Of Honor"...))
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man will say to his assailant "If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven." Such is the rule of honor.
Quote by- Randy Blythe, "Lamb Of God"
Deadman X · Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 05:14am · 0 Comments |
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