

Cry of the inhumaneBloodlines traced upon the ground, Ere' paw prints break our beaten paths, Where numbers thin, yet wills run strong, by night we win man's brutal wrath, Man thriving pon' our sad bloodbaths, Lost native will, the land once hath....Cry of the inhumane
Bring pity back into our dark, Shed light upon your brutal casts, And try to find that brutal spark, That brought your many kin afore, To take our kind, if nothing more, To man the arc of history, to shed our death winds pon' it's masts.... Look blindly pon' these brutal casts....
Your fire bringing to the air, your presence
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You could not see a cloud, because no cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead-There were no birds to fly. -Lewis Carroll
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I did it because I'm Klydekiss.
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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
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I did it because I'm Klydekiss.
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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
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The Heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate, who can know it?
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