http://slow.writerscafe.org/Izbiatchscene The original writings of author Biatch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991420 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Strength of the empire broken down by the cryptic jealousy of the crazedThe bloodline of the royal, unloyal fools. The blazing gaze of the kingSuccumb To the vengeanceOf the fallen raceIgniteThe throneThe nameIn flamesA questionable delusion of being godBlinded by the powerSo weak the masses ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/1151690/ "The cold winterbreeze brings out the demon that lives in sin with the treacherous widow of thefallen sun. The painful shrieks ofthe widow fill the starry night as the moon begins to shine down beckoning thepreacher to rise above. The ode to the martyr sung beautifully as thee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/1151687/ It wasn’t like the clichéd bullshit of a young emotionallytroubled boy sitting in a dark corner. There was pain in his dark eyes insteadof tears, just wishing for a ray of light that would guide him to a place thathe could call home. But the past was overbearing and just the thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/1151686/ Lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/946587/ Stoned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/946570/ No matter how old you get there’s always a part of you thatwants to go back and finish the job when the chance was there. But later inlife the million dollar question is that how lucky you are to not have to fightthe urge to just pull the trigger until it goes click? That intense fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/688557/ Forgottenthe lies and buried the pastThelonging for light the shadows they cast Ripping the tears off the mothers eyesThe birth of hatred the soul’s demise Can’tdare to breath with the foot in my mouthThenoose that’s choking not let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/602639/ Every waking breath she shoves me into the dark...Reminds of how I got those scars...The times were forgotten and buried beneath the ocean...She dove into the ocean past and its back to the place I’mmost familiar with...The comfortable place where I belong...Where I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/602637/ Eradication of the innocent Devouring of the weakThe she devil limps and crawls Returning to her sleepInsomniac b*****d Creeping around desolateAll pain no gainBlackouts they instigate-She rips him open kills the heart Then revives it with a pillOnly to ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/602574/ Roses are redViolets are blueThink i gotta poo-scene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/602547/ O the eagle is guarding the death of your sonsThe dollars are falling to pay for your gunsYou seek to destroy us but you are the onesWho’ll try to fight but Break the f**k downBreak the f**k downI will break you downDown right into the f*****g groundAnd I will wear the crownYou will break the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/602546/ The bomb is blastingThe people will fleeI think i gotta pee-scene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izbiatchscene/602517/