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| My Boots |
My boots, they walk all over people.
Screams emanate from underneath
With each heavy footfall, more destruction
My boots feel nothing.
They are immune to pain.
No soul resides in them.
My boots will conquer all
Each footstep brings closer the end.
They are the heralds of torment.
Sounds of emptiness resonate from them
My boots carry secrets
They cannot talk
But they can inflict suffering.
My boots leave bloody footprints.
They are all I have left...
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Posted by findingsolace on 2009-10-07 14:42:37 | Rating: | Views: 8
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