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Apr 15, 2010
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the Devil has a crown
when perspective was lost
so was the sight of a seer
when the light turned to dark
it was the growing of fear
and as midnight chimed
over the seal of rights
cloaks where adorned
in a spirit of no light
the earth was stirred
and awoken from sleep
and the elements cried
shaking from the deep
as the rite was performed
and blood trickled down
a virgin was slaughtered
by the will of a crown
— Seren, Apr 15, 2010
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beautiful nightmare
16 years 1 month ago
niccce
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
the slaughter of innocence
Candlewitch
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Jayne
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
yup so much death and
lyz
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Jayne
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Lyz
partacidcharm
16 years 1 month ago
fantastic
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear M
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
I agree
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Rosina
seabhac
16 years 1 month ago
Hi Jayne
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Deae Liz
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Not meant to be
Dalton
16 years 1 month ago
dear Seren
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Dalton
greeneyes
15 years 11 months ago
WOW, I was taking a look at
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Elizabeth … I often go