You move in speed,
spit fire for to prove
to a mother crying,
ways you do choose.
A pretty face it used,
you practiced magic.
Enchant the weak to
tickle fancy is tragic.
I’ve a pain a damage,
penetrating so sharp.
I’ve a wound a knife
past barriers in heart.
For the blood spilled,
dripping upon floors,
cover hallways inside
a mind I can’t ignore.
A blade your weapon
strikes the innocent.
Your hollow hole no
affection will I send.
Play the music of the
fallen angel’s treason.
His fire you consume
for your dark reason.
So strong you believe
your spell will forever
make a man a minion;
you’re in heart I sever.
WOW!
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Thank you my dear. 🤘
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You are most welcome! It literally left me speechless!
Also, I need more movie recommendations from you because you’re 2 for 2 on great suggestions 😊
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You are cool people Harley. It means a lot that you like it. I’ve tried to suggest movies that can compete with some of what you like. I’ll dig into my movie library and see what I can find. Have a good night and thanks again!!
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You’re cool people too! Btw, I don’t *only* like horror, I am just in the holiday spirit. I like anything 😊
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Though, sadness & torment is no laughing joke. Not every individual has the same amount of hope and love to give. Break free while you can still live….let the fresh air in &….remember to BREATHE.
There is always, to which is, our own worth inside. Love is always mean to be wild untamed & unbridled. It’s the lies that bind the farce to be fed. The unwillingness to be counted as dead…..then let it bleed red, upon your pages that lay ahead…instead of bouncing around in your head.
Painfully awoken shouldn’t go unspoken
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