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Resting Six Feet Beneath the Seabed

It burns so bright, my heart feels tight. My soul of pure white turns into a grey, ashen blight. My deeds carried out thus far have been nulled and void. Now I’m a fallen star – by my faith, I had been toyed. No longer will I, my destiny, avoid. With the power of a…
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The Phoenix
I’m burningYearningUnnervingI’m turningInto fireInto flamesI’m in needIt is direTo put out this fire I’m alightNot alrightSo dowse me in waterLord Father, blow the damRelease the flow that is holyWell sorta, soulyBring forth the silver riverExtinguish they which is Crowley Push aside those that are follyAligned with the horned beastThem creatures which sliverMakes your skin shiverAnd