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"GAMES"


And fickle grows the heart, so weary
Stormcloud eyes, so cold and dreary
Hate for crimes yet decided on
Games to play after the Son is gone
Price to pay for lover's loss
Take my head to repay the cost
Fight your neighbour, rape and kill
Skin the corpses, take at will
Stand in graveyards, come to stay
Games with spirits out to play...
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That poem was actually part of a large painting I did for my painting class. In a whole it was awesome, but the poem is my favourite part. I have a comic book side project and this poem is part of the history of the little world I created. Basically, I created my own legend for the true reason Bablyon existed - it was built...
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They called her Babylon.
A fallen angel with grace to spare.
She is walking fiction
With her face upturned twards Heaven.
And shes reaching for home
Tugging on Gods ear
A child who wished to look her Father in the eye
And she treads on glass
Her blood my water
And she takes my face in her hands
Teaching me words in her kiss
Giving...
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I'm not the best as keeping a journal. I haven't kept one since I was sixteen. So ya, this one will be probably won't be all that different. Sorry. I'll try my best though.
At the moment I have a German exam to study for, so I'll get back to you whenever I can.

~T