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Post by Skyler Striker on Jul 13, 2007 0:00:45 GMT -5
The swish and flick of the sharp-edged blade An anti-physical, metaphorical twirling dance of fire and flame Spinning, slashing, slicing, shards of my soul scattered on the floor.
Divided heart, photographic memory, remembrance day for the wilderness The red bloodstain on the stainglass floor, trees among the wasteland.
An unseen hand behind the blade Extension for the mind of fire Refuse to understand and you'll accept much more, given your heart is gone.
An unartistic artform circles of blood within circles of stone Ritual sacrificed souls the show the self we sold to bigshot marketers, feeling our way through back to the first floor forest where the blood has dried the soul has died They know you've lied, just to escape our fragmented reality.
Swish and flick, sword and flame, see the feeling deep withing, show the falling soul, and then Pick up the strands, replace your soul and heart with a sharp-edged blade of your own. Refuse to understand, you'll accept much more given your heart is gone.
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