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Wounded The Dark Moon Generation

Hate in unknown eyes, Executing my trust. Your humiliating words suffocate me, Remove me and kill me. Dark wars enslave us. Nothing peaceful for us no

[Jamie Madrox:] Dark, cold, embryonic liquid Surrounds me in the belly of decision I hit the walls and they only bounce back And my eyes won't open so

cloudy day No tempest to divide what love had bound The galley which the moon holds in her sway Could not but stir the peace it finally found The wound

brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the expansion of their queen's dark

knows where I'll go. But before I leave she says there is this one thing I should know. She offers me the ability to take a fatal wound. Every cut by