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: a poem I wrote;(critiques are welcome and appreciated) : : In endless dreams comes a realm of darkness and decay : Sleeping... : Revelations of death stir in my mind as I lay. : I discern walls that are stained of crimson and rotting : rust : Statues of archangels and amorphous gl are cloaked in dust : Above, : illusions of heaven turn to black : Glimpsing down I am now in a garden of raven roses and ivy : Trapped in calamity I run to escape, : but cannot go back : Around the woods snowflakes fall : By a dwindling tree a father and daughter brawl : He shoves her to the ground, : lifting her dress she is deprived of her ity : Tears of sorrow collapse : Strands of her tumble over her face : A dagger is raised : Looking away, : screams are heard : They fade and I am once again in another place : A funeral is observed in a church furnished of opaque dry : Relatives set flowers over her coffin : A girl of innocence is seen with a rip across her : Memoirs of pain, : but now she is happily laid to rest : Going forward to examine the corpse, : dead eyes open rapidly : Breath is stolen : Frigid hands rush out to me : Dropping to the ground : blood drips : She has risen from her woe : All run to escape this evil cadaver, : she refuses to let them go : Holy crosses are broken, : honed to fine points : She summons with no utterance spoken : Slowly stepping to the core of the premises, : eyes meet her victims meticulously : They are paralyzed : Crosses rise at her demand : Telekinesis goes to work as she has risen her left and right hand : Pointing, : ruptured crosses shoot quickly, : severing the hearts of her kin : Blood is shed : A macre is observed in my terminal scene of a demented nightmare of sin

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