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Betrayer's Mark

By Simonic

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The mark Upon your neck Is the mark of The betrayed I tried So hard To remain with you Yet, you Sought your pleasure From the Pleasure’s Will His will Has been made Upon Your neck Your sweet soft neck Now I Am alone In gazing at it’s tone Tones of red Of your blood Parts of blue Of my mood It’s form Formed on you Formed by he Who left his will The will Of the Pleasure seeking Oblivious Now leave me For his will And seek till you See That I Was the one Was the one Who was meant to be To follow your will Not my will Yet, now you left that too Don’t turn back It’s over You’ve been marked by he The will Of the blind Hurts those who can Truly see Don’t mind me I’ll leave thee be I know my Will, was not to be Goodbye now Wish you well now Go find your Desire for pleasure From the will’s That are not mine.This is an old one of mine, but yeah thought I'd put it up. My style has changed somewhat since this..so ya, heh. Written May 13th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 04:15 PM PST   0 • 1

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