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[aid] => mick
[title] => Repeation of Absolution
[time] => 2005-09-10 20:38:06
[hometext] => No it isn't Jesus
[bodytext] => He stands tall as the chains weigh him down He does not fall as the whip crakcs on his back This man is condemned yet he still stands by his conviction Opposed all and still does as the last of his kind He knows his death shall shall come but he doesn't fear it This man forsaken but the greatest saint of all His knees wabble nearly buckling, from the crack of the whip The tormentor punches him and knockes him to the ground Despite the weight, pain in his body and soul he stands agian Imprisoned for years, it never ending Yet his wild spirit never leaves him His comrades fell one by one in this hell Now only he remains to take the beatings Given to them for wishing to be free The tormentor yelled tired of his boldness and strenght to carry on He pulled out a knife and slit the throat of the man He expected to see him fall, weep, and bleed to death Instead the man stood and stared down the tormentor with a smile With astonishment the tormentor watched as he died on his feet He broke down, how could this man be so strong even in death? He pushed the standing corpes as hard as he couldyet it didn't fall The tormentor went mad after days without rest trying to make it fall Finally he lost it all and grabed the knife and plunged it into his own heart As he died, he fell to his knees, cowering For he saw death and death was the never dieing man [comments] => 2 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 13 [informant] => TrowaDaryk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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