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Gods Musician: Grave Digger (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Ah, whispering wind... speak your secrets and my beak shall cry out in song to deliver the riddle. I am your musician, with but a fiddle to lure sheep to fire. Heat causing them to sweat... But alas, they won't let me shave their wool. So I left them in puddles of blood. I became a wolf, no longer a saint... Paint covers the walls with a shade of crimson: My disease to please wandering eyes, looking down from the skies. Each lamb dies... Every soul tries only to fail and wail in horror as I curse them, spitting phlegm in their face: The mark of cain. Black rain has descended my brush rusted, dull father, is your stomach full?

SupremeDreamer 13-Mar-04/1:46 AM
You know, you've just revealed that you actually go through my archives, I'm amazed. But anyway, I've never heard of that band, and if I'm going to write something about a band or a pop singer, it would most likely be a parody about Britney Spears Wardrobe and her false claims concerning her "virginity". But I doubt I'd ever get around to that anytime soon.




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