Samuel Smith

Rookie - 10 Points [Fear]

Choice

I once knew man, that knew nothing of love,
Not of the joy of site nor the agony of thought.
A stranger to its twisted form of art,
As a blind man throwing a dart.

One day he met a woman whose name was Lilith,
He spoke of her as a goddess of the most ancient myth.
The site of this girl was of pure innocence,
But the soul had a rancid smell to de very core.

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