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(2 Fell | Walk the path) [29 Jan 2004|10:43pm] Tell me, Father, If a ring of metal and stones makes a king, what makes a God?

(Walk the path) [25 Jan 2004|11:13am] people say you are supposed to be a voice in my head. all I hear is raucous laughter like the sound of stepping on broken glass IS THIS HOW YOU SAW MY HEART? RIPPED RENDED TORN APART? YOU'LL FORGET ABOUT WHAT I SAY NOBODY CARES ANYWAY. So until I see the end of time, Fuck you, and your brightly colored tapestries.

(Walk the path) [13 Jan 2004|01:34am] The night is cold, and your cell phone died out. bank left, swerve right, no point .your life is a sheet of ice.

(Walk the path) [13 Jan 2004|12:30am] It was morning on this cold hill and just as everyday before it this one was marked by shuffling feet on the pavement. It was morning, but the bitter stubborn night wasnt going down without a spectacular fight, not unlike two heathen gods locked in combat for eternity, or at least until tomorrow morning. as night finally yielded to the mornings vicious onslaught, I sighed as my morning imprisonment came down the road, swaggering around in no particular fashion, as if it was trying to shake off last nights festivities. right on schedule. As my jailor finally slowed to a stop, I take one last quick look at my home. Knowing that I wouldnt see it for many moods, or at least a poets eternity.

(Walk the path) [12 Jan 2004|08:57pm] The world is falling and this city still burns in the smoldering ruin of our past, we are cured. and thank God for the painless doom that falls from the red sky.

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