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Cursed image upon thy brow tender souls tunded to the music of our awakened soul giving tears of pure light and yelling out sounds of unpure darkness but of this only a dream and yet as frightening thought that tis reality is more of an under current of a strom such the world has never seen nore give forfilness of a presence that giveth off hatred in the means of vengeance and the bitterness of grand desire
Now upon this dark night where in my eyes as death be in the surrounding of my unhappy life for now I feel the pain that I have tried to stay from crossing path i the boy who giveth words of emotions in thy world I thought to cross it and now that thy passion I illustrate has brought upon a new path of slow awakening I put forget upon the events of my surrounding death and awakened a new world in the depth of thy soul to a new virgin isle...