Post by frankievon on Nov 19, 2011 2:31:55 GMT -5
Sift through the ashes,
Remains from the masses,
of once whom dwell in mind,
vast fields of flowers,
grow tainted and sour,
for they feed from the dark that resides,
Terror and sadness,
fuel soil with madness,
the growth will surely subside..,
they'll wither,
decay,
spread plague,
to the vague,
deteriorate your functions,
leave bodies in junctions,
the cycles inevitable,
lay blood on the pedestal,
for now i solemnly plot....
Remains from the masses,
of once whom dwell in mind,
vast fields of flowers,
grow tainted and sour,
for they feed from the dark that resides,
Terror and sadness,
fuel soil with madness,
the growth will surely subside..,
they'll wither,
decay,
spread plague,
to the vague,
deteriorate your functions,
leave bodies in junctions,
the cycles inevitable,
lay blood on the pedestal,
for now i solemnly plot....
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
