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The dust settles, back upon the earth, dry, barren, covering the dried blood of the fallen; For another’s ideals, we give our life, alive, like a flower, now scattered like its pollen. By my brother’s side, we’ve fought through hell killed, rejoiced, and in another’s name, vied for victory; Motes rest upon my open unseeing … Continue reading


Fire rages, and bonds break loose conscience cracks, and the Hangman’s Noose appeals to more than just the mind to leave this cruel cruel world behind. Into the night, beyond The Wet Grave the soul soars, rides the wave of the spirit’s high, the devil’s grin; seeing without, reaching within! An internal inferno burns and … Continue reading