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Sabin
11-22-2005, 01:56 AM
Words are falling like acid rain
Burining flesh and seering pain
Emotions have been freed from reign
Bonds of love turn to hate in chain

A darkened mass now clouds my sky
A sadness deep reflects my eye
These broken wings no longer fly
The inner light has started to die

Past future blend to one
Time itself is lost and gone
It seems Fenrir has swallowed the sun
Into black, all the colors run

Love shattered like a child's dream
When reality enters the scene
Pain, it seems, is a recurring theme
In life, the Creator's scheme