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Banshee's Quill
The river of blades
manifesto of the cursed
chains, locked away,
we have been disturbed.
Thunderous release,
time between time the undying scream.
Hear us.
We are the darkness of your soul.
Scripted cryptic expressions,
therapeutic scrolling,
runes of burning light
pronouncing profound eulogies for
our pain.
A banshee's redemption brings
the outpouring of serenity.
April 4th, 2004
Composed by Allan Drabble and
Moishe Ben-Shir
Banshee's Quill Writing Group
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