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The Convicted

Poetry By: DarknessRecides
Horror



*This is an edited version of a little something I wrote in art class( I hate art class lmao*

I'd like 2 say thanks 2 my fans and my mentor John Keats rest in peace old master


Submitted:May 25, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Beneath heavens light Above hells stinging fires Between the last Bushes of the Evergreen jungle A mangled body lies Her soul determines This battle In a battle between Purity And Puredarkness The puppets always die




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