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Alabaster stone burning in my onyx heart
Drinking from the stream of fallacy 
Take the fruit from the tree of malice
Till there is nothing left of the hollow shell
With the light that’s rising in the east
Posted: 2006-03-21 04:51:41 UTC
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2006-03-21 05:30:45lost the lonely dead
i didnt get this at all but thats sorta normal

2006-03-21 19:42:36Faith
Interesting imagery... i like it!