Unic Cjonr

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Sven Even Seven - Poem by Unic Cjonr

Shadows which walks, silent.

Are choiced not to talk.

Stabbed in her heart, very violent.

Grey is the silver lining of my blood.

I am fevered by the reverted.

Payback will be the revenge on black.

I will never defend.

I will never receive what was never send.

Coffin to offend my end.

Treasured to be sunk.

Sink the weak to be pleasured.

Underneath the cover.

Crave the crazy smiles.

Of the wicket.

Simple sided sickle.

Sick means six before seven.

Same to hells gate behind heaven.

Unsuccessfully sixed.

By Sick Six and her Sven Even Seven daughters.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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