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Innocence

Ever get the feeling you just can’t beat the game, no matter how hard you try… The finish line moves farther and farther away. “So what does the Scar Clan Manifesto say about this perplexing dilemma? To fight...

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Cruel Thing

Have I told you how bad I’ve been lately? Telling a lie over and over; each time the web spins around the wheel the lie gets bigger and bigger. Have I told you how cruel I’ve been lately? I’ve cut everyone with...

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Oath

Once upon a time, I took an oath and said till death do us part. To seal the deal, I laid my heart upon a wooden box and left it in the hands of another. In sickness and in health, I stood fast to my promise but the box was lost...

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Train Ride

I took the train today… but I was not really in the train. I was with the Lady Justice as she recalled the tale of how she lost her sight. No.. no… that was not my fault… I blinded the Lady Hope, Justice is...

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…..

At times, words are not enough to express the intensity of the pain; To describe how death feels like, when one dies yet does not die; I need to sink into the depths of the cold, dark shadows; I need to sleep and never wake up....

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Lady Sea

Would you would be the death of me; Hold me close, in a lover’s embrace? Would you one day come for me; Lure me away, without a trace? The beast was here all...

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Rikell, pt2

I will show you his face, the one who lured the maiden to her death. In his songs, he wove promises of eternity and she took his words quite literally. The Liar will have his tongue cut out, the Traitor will have his treachery...

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Prophet of Kings

Really, I have no idea where this is going but what the heck.. its run by a shipload of psychos on a cruise to nowhere… What I do know is that the tarot structure is crumbling under the scrutiny of the disturbed mind; the...

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Prophet of Death

The jester weeps for the dearly departed; rivers of ink stains his cheeks as he ferries us home for we look upon his face with terror; his hedious mask strikes fear into our hearts. Once upon a time, at the threshold of birth; I...

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The Herd

Often I look upon your faces and think that Death would be a mercy. In your cow-like eyes, I swear I see stupidity stretch in infinity and verily I say to you, as much as I hate you, I feel pity for you as well. Knowledge...

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