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ooc: I like to write poetry, although if you're looking for some sort of rhyme scheme and a particular meter (ex. iambic pentameter, etc.) then that's not me. Just to let you know...
ic:
Resurrection
The light of dawn stirs me from my intoxicated daze. A daze so vivid and inthralling, that it has wrapped my soul around its finger and decided to make me pay. Pay for all my malicious deeds, all these sins that have made my blood turn opaque. With a force so painfully swift and severe that I am shattered like glass. How wicked and vile this pain is, blinded by darkness of the depths of my heart is there no hand to hold me? Reaching out with all my might I grab nothing but air. Is there no way to atone? No way to climb out of this botomless hole? It is as if I am drowning, gasping for air as I surge downwards. And then I suddenly wake.... This is my Resurrection.
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