01-08-2006, 09:16 AM
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
This poem is dedicated to a very special someone.
Angel's Face
I tell you of wonder :
a girl with brown hair
blessed with holy sheen,
eyes of the summer sky
lips of soft pink,
skin of pleasant cream.
When I gaze into her eyes,
I see all that is to be seen.
When she appears,
As if in a dream,
I feel the colors fade
into a monochromatic shade;
such is the worldly trace
of the heavenly grace
in the angel's face.
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:The Timeline Wars::Cryptic Verses::Dead Memories:
True revolution is in mind. Remember this and all else shines.
--Rozz Williams, Musician
There is nothing true anywhere, the truth is nowhere to be seen;
if you say you see the truth, this sight is not the true one.
--Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch
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