07-19-2006, 01:59 PM
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why God permits evil
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
Cane
This is another dedication. Here ya go, Tosha!
Voices you've never heard. The unborn cry for a rare affection, and scarce are souls that deliver. Purgatorial elegance, present in every element. Insensitive bitterness assails without mercy, the classic struggle of two flavors. The torment is as simple as North and South. Pulsing polarity draws the pendulum. You've left a sweet taste in my mouth. Indecision begets derision. It'll take more than one swipe to make the decision. In that branching chaos haunts the many shades of my dark prayers. Those ravenous wolves, they reinvent the word "heartattack." Let me ease your kindred spirit, to balm where they have seared it. Before the chasm, I howled your name. My voice became vagrant. I carry my salvation in the form of a gun, minus the trigger. A hidden kiss. Barricade the gate as I smother my doubts in honey. Sentinel, saccharin chariots, watch over me. Velvet anguish points the way, yet vandals have marked dead ends in every direction. Avoid us now. You have no reflection. Burning trees erupt. Heed me now, drink not that selfish poison, the acrid sap. A weathered quill adorns the epitaph. Summoning sin, beckoning bullets has never been so tiring. The darkly dying wonder, in fatal haste, while reading the stone's message, "How do those lips taste?"
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