The Fallen

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    This is the Beggenning of an Identity. I'm sure I'll be adding more to it. We'll see what happends.

    The Fallen

    Whoa is me, the Fallen I be.
    Lost among the Sheep of the Lamb

    Look on to me, the wretched the lost,
    Fallen from the Flock, Fallen from God.

    Here I am, The Fallen I shale remain.
    Lost to my self distruction, my self to blame.

    Lay among the Skeletons asleep in thier Graves,
    With the Ghosts of my Past I stay.

    I am the Fallen,
    The lucifer of Lost sheep.

    Do not follow me, The lucifer of Lost sheep,
    The Lamb won't come to be, I am all you will see.

    A craftsmen of my maker, Your soul I will claim
    Do not walk among us, Where Eagles shy and Daemons raign

    I am a Wanderer, a Shade The Fallen.

    Cast not your Ropes to my rescue,
    The weight of my Sins is great

    Gaze not into the Darkeness
    The Fallen is all you shale see.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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