Post by past screams on Jul 22, 2006 17:02:21 GMT -5
whisper thee name absolve with caution
for i have roamed a great five springs
alas, i've been cursed a wench of hell by birth
flowing with crossbred crimson, lines are unknown
my carcass stands proud with sixteen-one hands
i have carried merely one sapling, though he lived not.
my long journey began in the depths of western north america
satin hued my peltage of ivory. . deep amber voids shield my sockets
watch yourself, for i happen to act like a wench.
my mood is unpredictable, i live off the fear of the weakest.
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voids stared straight into the foggy wasteland, for her crania spun with the ever lasting questions of her wretched years under the watch of satin. her padre had slaughtered his harem, including her very own mother. . leaving absolve to her own vices as a seven month old sapling. crania flooded with the non-stop screaming of her padre's vox. screeching and bellowing into the silence that had encased her thoughts. breaking through the fogged memory of her younger memory, the wench shifts her stocky carcass. treads dragging as she moves off into the deep foliage. escaping thee lyricals that rang within her crania. sculpted empire swings, tassels flinging from upon their rightful place agents her peltage. they once more find their landing, once more to be spun into the carbons. shaking her full carcass, absolve pauses. twisting her empire, crania level with her flank as she strained to attack a bothersome insect upon her peltage. ceasing the organ of the bothering being, absolve trudges off. the frightening tunes of her raged padre left behind in the distance. absolve had no time to carry around a past full of burdened worries. .
for i have roamed a great five springs
alas, i've been cursed a wench of hell by birth
flowing with crossbred crimson, lines are unknown
my carcass stands proud with sixteen-one hands
i have carried merely one sapling, though he lived not.
my long journey began in the depths of western north america
satin hued my peltage of ivory. . deep amber voids shield my sockets
watch yourself, for i happen to act like a wench.
my mood is unpredictable, i live off the fear of the weakest.
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voids stared straight into the foggy wasteland, for her crania spun with the ever lasting questions of her wretched years under the watch of satin. her padre had slaughtered his harem, including her very own mother. . leaving absolve to her own vices as a seven month old sapling. crania flooded with the non-stop screaming of her padre's vox. screeching and bellowing into the silence that had encased her thoughts. breaking through the fogged memory of her younger memory, the wench shifts her stocky carcass. treads dragging as she moves off into the deep foliage. escaping thee lyricals that rang within her crania. sculpted empire swings, tassels flinging from upon their rightful place agents her peltage. they once more find their landing, once more to be spun into the carbons. shaking her full carcass, absolve pauses. twisting her empire, crania level with her flank as she strained to attack a bothersome insect upon her peltage. ceasing the organ of the bothering being, absolve trudges off. the frightening tunes of her raged padre left behind in the distance. absolve had no time to carry around a past full of burdened worries. .
