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[sid] => 142741
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Assassin
[time] => 2008-05-28 14:30:08
[hometext] => I wrote this after watching There Will be Blood
[bodytext] => Whatever remains, in the cold shallow grave, that grin on his face, with all the diamonds he gained for the life of this men. To him there's no wrong, it's only his job; an eye for an eye, the strongest one survives, he kills not to die. The blood on his hands will wash with the rain, but his conscience and mind will not let him rest, all that guilt inside, until the gray day he dies. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 68 [informant] => chinaski [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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