Crazy Eight


5792 - Poem by Crazy Eight

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Cycle of life and death supposedly
Goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me
Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned
Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind

Filling the shadows with forms of my own
Raised by kindred of Get I was born
Abomination world in disarray
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae

Reflection beckons a portal shard
Spiritual quest I must stay in guard
Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift

Beautiful Anguish cast out by my race
Now one that's Ageless I save my own face
I write my own laws with Death I break bread
Killers are quiet when they come from my head

Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Killers are quiet when they come from my head

Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Killers are quiet when they come from my head

Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Killers are quiet when they come from my head

Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Killers are quiet when they come from my head


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, March 6, 2006


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