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[aid] => mick
[title] => Undead
[time] => 2005-08-23 18:55:05
[hometext] => i am a morbid writer so most of my work will be in dark poetry. Please comment!!!!
[bodytext] => We get no respect but only at day. I am part of what's called "they". Religious mortals shake in fear as night draws near. We must walk in day to avoid science, they call us a "defiance". No mortal will ever understand this soon will be our land. We are damned, but not by choice. We all listen to the booming voice. We are told what we behold is an ancient way. We cannot fight or we will pay. In mortal eyes this life is bad but they do not relize its all we ever had. For we were chosen to be sired now we live as age old vampyers. - Leshaya Night Arcana [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 13 [informant] => leshaya [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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