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What kind of monstrosity,
Can bring the most powerful of man to his knees,
Can bring the most horrid of pain,
A pain that tortures the soul,
Forcing daggers and cold unrelenting steel into that same soul,
With a pain not even hell could bring,
What kind of demon,
Can cripple all of mankind,
Turning us all into weak insignificant beings,
Forcing us to tear and crumble to the ground,
To wither, to die, like the buds of a rose,
‘Tis only one monster that can bring man to its knees,
Only one demon that can torture a soul with all the fires of hell,
Only one thing, not bombs nor bullets,
Nor hate or blood,
Only one true devil,
The heart.
 William Saint Claire · Tue Jan 13, 2009 @ 11:11am · 1 Comments |
