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The Sin Eater
He came in a dream
across the desert sands,
he spoke in the tongue
of the gods.
He was covered in scars
for long fought battles
and he wept blood for the
death of those he slain.
Now he is lost and cries
to the wind, blown across
the sea, his eyes have
seen what no man could
claim.
Wisdom of ages passed
down through the pain,
how his words spoke of
eternity and his hand
he would offer through
the shadows.
Grit between his fingernails,
he knows he will never
be clean, this it his curse
and he will take away
all the things you wish you
never been.
His exile from this world
and the worlds between,
is your peace, as he takes
your bourdons into his hand
and makes them his own.
So close your eyes and
go to sleep, and do not
fear, when he comes to
set you free and take
it all away.
1:32 PM - 1/9/2007 -
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