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Lucifer's Threnody

Drowned out by the lambent din
Outshined by blackest bitumen
A cry arises from the ground
A morose and lonely, awful sound
It bids me hear its tristful story
Of woe and grief and fall from glory
"This was my purpose, God's role for me.
Even in the beginning had I no end but misery."

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last updated 5 November 2013 - 6:08am
©5 November 2013 - 6:08am — Escher1.618
12 June 2014 - 1:53am — running_with_rabbits
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:) perspective...

:) perspective...

Much Love

Ashley

5 November 2013 - 6:12am — nightlight1220
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Sounds like a beautiful

Sounds like a beautiful song.

.....thanks for sharing your gift.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "