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Blood Mage
Twisted Maleficarum turned abomination
desperately seeking a return to one's humanity.
Expelling demons,
pumping passion like the blood that summoned them.
Bleeding tears, sweating fears
soaked in trepidation.
Summon some feeling
no time for healing
when paint is just pain with
twin pronged brush strokes.
Tattered, trying, tonal
...
Tuesday 10th January 2012 6:11 pm
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