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Skin against wood, the splinters tearing deep.Hands ripped and torn, the few mourn. Wounds on the surface and within the soul, broken heart flows. Strength of the man and not the One, My God My God... alone. Piercing sounds and jarring tension, the end of creation and religion. The dimming eyes gaze over the darkening sky, as the fortress crumbles The spirit flies. Life and mind, Blood and bone, This fortress rebuilt the body reborn.
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Wow
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Great write...
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Vivid and heartfelt.
Thanks for sharing, and welcome. |
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