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[sid] => 7552
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Frozen Dream
[time] => 2002-11-27 11:30:00
[hometext] => Man, what a power trip.
[bodytext] => Blood flows freely from my wounds.
Dust turns to mud, but there is no water, only blood. I stand alone upon a battlefield of death. In front of me, Demons lay dead, full of arrows, made of holy light. Archangels lay dead behind me, with demon poisoned tridents through their hearts. What side was I fighting for? Who did I kill? I have an arrow of light in my shoulder, a demons trident in my thigh. What side did I lose to? Which side did I win for? Have I truly won? I see the Earth's blood flow freely as mine, as lava streaks down every mountain. The Earth lies dying, her creatures dead, yet I stand alive...or am I dead? I have a bow in my hand, I throw it down. So I fought for good, or did good fight for me? The arrow burns me, the trident seems to give me strength. Am I to die like the rest? The Earth quakes, and the wind blows, like a dying breath. All around me the world falls apart, yet I live. I float in space, seeing nothing, seeing everything. I shall never die I now know. The demons poison, the angels light, hold my life in thrall, I am completely neutral. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Knowledge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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