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Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl a lone silent warrior in a fantasy world. He cried for night / but the night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropy he went away and fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile He made the footprints a part of his heart to rouse a sacred confrontation youtube/watch?v=3qa9-mbMUT8
Posted on: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 11:20:54 +0000

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