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The Nephilim
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The Nephilim

Poem By Sunitria Couser

It’s the angel of my hurt that bleeds,
The one that was loved more then me.
It seemed I became a distant memory
And the wound created never to be healed
Anger building higher till hate wasn’t enough
Revenge brought me down to this level
Burning inside an evil I’ve become
Just the look of your eyes
As the lies that you love me pours forth
And I wonder when did I fall
When did I become a part of the lost ones?
When did I become THE NEPHIILIM?

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god news they were all eradicated by a mighty sword.just 2 minnor iruptions.so at best ur a distant cuz... hell ...10


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