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FallenGabe — My Friend
Published: 2016-10-19 02:16:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 397; Favourites: 10; Downloads: 0
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We were children of a forgotten land,
Sacrificing divinity for innocence,
Setting fire to the silence,
So come my friend, it's time to run.

My love has been replaced,
Built by the stones they threw,
At me and you; and this blood,
That won't wash out.

It's theirs and ours.

It's theirs and ours.

So we'll run away,
Between forever and tomorrow,
They won't find us there,
Or the tears that flowed...

Because yesterday,
We suffered and starved,
We burned and clawed,
We fell and died.
But it's okay, my friend

Because even as we hated,
Even as we plummeted,
We took their souls,
Right down with us.
So we'll just keep going,

Between here and there,
From heaven to hell,

I'll see you soon.

I'll see you soon...



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Comments: 3

darknessupon [2016-10-19 15:39:29 +0000 UTC]

Sounds very dark, looking at death at the face of destruction, feeling of letting go, but taking someone with you down to hell

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Wanderer-Fehn [2016-10-19 06:06:39 +0000 UTC]

Greetings!

We, The Writer Gang, would like to add your work to our group! Additionally, we would like your permission to have it read in our upcoming reading video.
We are doing this because we wish to help writers  spread their works far and wide (For we have fallen into obscurity).
If you would like to know more about us, please drop by our group! It is small at the moment, but is growing by the day with help from writers like you! ^^
We hope to hear from you soon!

~Wanderer Fehn
Ambassador of the Writer Gang
thewritergang.deviantart.com

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FallenGabe In reply to Wanderer-Fehn [2016-10-19 15:47:03 +0000 UTC]

Oh... hello...

Ah... Certainly! Mind you, I'm not usually a poet (short stories are more my thing),
but if you find it worthy enough, than I'll gladly give my consent. As for membership,
I'd be more than happy to join.

Though might I ask, have you ever laid among the leaves, that sprouted from the grass,
with a man by the name of Walt Whitman?

Is your sigil perhaps a black coin with a bolt of jagged lightning cut along the horizon?
For I think you'll find, I have one much the same, in my arsenal.

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