The Book of Lies
A sea of memories,
To suffer in,
To drown your dreams,
Caressed by the waves…
Listen to the sea,
Drown in forbidden memories,
Washed away on the sands of time, that are,
And will ever be, the stones thrown and crushed,
Against those angels of mine…
There is no greater pleasure
Than weep a sea to drown you in,
Than bleed a river of venom,
To caress the lost souls of the dead...
The damned shall feast,
Upon forsaken dreams,
And angels shall never cease
To devour our ever rotting corpses…
The sea, eternal reminder of what might have been…
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