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Array ( [sid] => 11598 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Day of the Pigs [time] => 2003-01-29 18:40:00 [hometext] => Man has sealed his destiny,who now,shall survive? [bodytext] => For death is in all corners,all doors have opened wide.
While frantically man scurries about,finding he cannot hide.
Quickly he finds a burning sensation appearing upon his skin.
Soon it reaches inside him,and tears him from within.

The fallout it now covers the ground in such a way.
That it looks just like the snowfall,on a long cold winters day.
The pigs they pushed the buttons,there is no turning back.
For the necessary power to stop it,the warpigs they do lack.

The air it now fills quickly,with deathly painstaking cries.
While all of Earths living beings,fall victim and slowly
die.
Cities all fall silent,desolate and eerily cold.
As their long thriving histories,never again shall be told.

The farmlands turn wastelands,crops burn with the soil.
All rivers run red as lifeless they boil.
Mankind was misled and walked down the wrong path.
Fell victim to warpigs and to their great wrath.

Now the Earth spins in darkness the sun cannot shine.
Falling victim to man and to all of his crimes.
It's a war with no winners,a game full of sin.
Why play the wisdom,you know you can't win? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => olhip [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Day of the Pigs

Contributed by olhip on Wednesday, 29th January 2003 @ 06:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

For death is in all corners,all doors have opened wide.
While frantically man scurries about,finding he cannot hide.
Quickly he finds a burning sensation appearing upon his skin.
Soon it reaches inside him,and tears him from within.

The fallout it now covers the ground in such a way.
That it looks just like the snowfall,on a long cold winters day.
The pigs they pushed the buttons,there is no turning back.
For the necessary power to stop it,the warpigs they do lack.

The air it now fills quickly,with deathly painstaking cries.
While all of Earths living beings,fall victim and slowly
die.
Cities all fall silent,desolate and eerily cold.
As their long thriving histories,never again shall be told.

The farmlands turn wastelands,crops burn with the soil.
All rivers run red as lifeless they boil.
Mankind was misled and walked down the wrong path.
Fell victim to warpigs and to their great wrath.

Now the Earth spins in darkness the sun cannot shine.
Falling victim to man and to all of his crimes.
It's a war with no winners,a game full of sin.
Why play the wisdom,you know you can't win?

Copyright © olhip ... [ 2003-01-29 18:40:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Day of the Pigs (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Wednesday, 29th January 2003 @ 06:45:26 PM AEST
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Both were so very interesting reads,much to the mind! Christina

Re: Day of the Pigs (User Rating: 1 )
by Mr_Jeremy on Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 06:29:22 AM AEST
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I see Black Sabbath have their own television show. I don't think much of their drummer.

I shan't survive. You already knew that, you cruel, cruel person!!

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