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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death From Above
[time] => 2005-09-28 23:06:15
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[bodytext] => Death From Above He who isn’t dead, The plague of human kind. Where the pain shall spread, My life I cannot find. Cursed with this black love, Darkness has consumed me. Its death from above, Light I cannot see. He whispered into my ear, Telling of my life. The path isn’t clear, I look for the knife. Stuck the blade right through, Waiting for when I die. All I saw was you, My life was just a lie. The friendship is gone, No one left to turn to. The evil will spawn, If only I had knew. Satin I call your name, The cuts on my arm. My soul you will claim, It was the devils charm. By Fred Smith [comments] => 0 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 13 [informant] => fredsmith [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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