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[sid] => 121097
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => They're calling, waiting for you.
[time] => 2006-06-01 05:27:21
[hometext] => I found this poem in the back of one of my workbooks, forgotten.
[bodytext] => Knells call in the morning, at the break of day. Over the cliff, through the ocean spray. Nobody is safe, no matter where they hide. The devils will know if you've ever lied. God is powerless far below here, down on Earth. Like a brainless fetus, the mother must still give birth. We're hopeless mortals, you it's true. One day they'll come. They'll be after /YOU/. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 5575 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xoXOSaDiEOXox [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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