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A POEM BY CUNNEDA'S RAMBLE

The dragon ascends
On the thermals of chaos,
And the winds of wrath.Eyes of malison,
Cold...grim, as the grey wolf,
Scan the horizon.Seeking prey below,
With cold heart, and bloody hand,
Shield answers to shaft.A voice like thunder,
Impaled on pain's own blade;
A blast of trumpets.Now the ravens sing;
On the eve of carrion,
And heavy hand play.Hoarsely barks the crow;
Warm blood upon his feathers
From the fallen one.Here he lies, alone;
For stone dead has no fellow:
Dry bones waste away.

INSANE- NOT EVEN CLOSE

ISOLATION BOOTH- ZEPH DANIEL

UNDEFEATED

SOUNDS FROM SATURDAY AFTERNOON MAY 03, 2014

FISHEYE

SPICE AND SPACE

THE HIDDEN AGENTS - ZEPH DANIEL