Imprisoned
"How do you endure when you are living in a rotten shell?Among them there is no reverence nor contemplation for the heresies they quell
In the hour that makes slaying sacred and murder foul
There is no truth but the whispers sensed in my howl"...
Dungeons of Sanity,
The nameless prisoner
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-02-07 at 07:55
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