Wailing your sorrow is only my way to comfort you
Reminders of innocent youth
Waiting for morrow, you're lonely, I name your solitude
I speaketh the truth
I am the thorn in your side that seaks accomplishment
Reminding the mortal of death
I am the spore of your pride, an angel heaven sent
Master of all
I am the urge of the flesh
~March of Mephisto~
~Kamelot~
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I actually saved it to my computer...:P
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I don't think I really have muses either. Maybe it's because I'm one myself? That would be a lovely thought. :D
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