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As I sit in hellAs I Sit in HellAs I sit in hell
Hunched over on a stool of mud, I clutch my only friend
How strange it is this tool of death will never meet its end
The rain mists down upon my hat, and drips softly from the brim
as the droplet strikes the ground, I think that none can win
The weaving trenches are filled with more than mud and blood and rain
they are drenched in sorrow, from countless men who simply wish to love again
For this place cannot be loved, nor can love survive a day
your heart may beat, but it is in vain for it slowly fades
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Sin Cityby ~PR0METHEU5
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What took himHe didn't die from cancer, no black tar in his lungs Old age, it did not take him, in fact, he was quite young No bullet fell within his brain, no car did break his spine No, it wasn't poison o aresenic chased with win He didn't die of broken heart hough, it broken, shattered was the rope burns on his kneck were trophies that he died for love.What took him
by ~Arsenic4TheGrlsNBoys
La Creationby ~cerim4all
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- Current Residence: Ancaster ON
- Interests: Brittany
- Favourite movie: Sin City
- Favourite band or musician: Velvet Revolver
- Favourite genre of music: Hard Rock
- Favourite artist: Durer
- Favourite poet or writer: ?
- Favourite photographer: Spankreas
- Operating System: Windows
- Shell of choice: sea
- Skin of choice: soft
- Favourite game: The World is not Enough
- Favourite gaming platform: xbox
- Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson
- Personal Quote: "I was laughing with you, you just forgot to laugh
- Tools of the Trade: a hammer
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