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2004-11-17, 17:22
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Senior Metalhead
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Join Date: May 2003
Location: Arizona
Posts: 160
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For My Beautifull Deceased
For My Beautifully Deceased
No flowers to perfume their slumber,
just the rotting wood and cold lumber.
Wetting the ground they so addressed,
as weeping skies fell upon their rest.
So Vows of evermore they did dream,
death slowly nipping at the seams.
Her hand freezing in the silenced night,
as Beautifully deceased recite.
Their bridle in the gravely chapel,
slowly deaths hand began to grapple.
Lovers buried together forever,
condemning the life long endeavor.
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"Could god Microwave a burrito so hot, that he himself could not eat it?"
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