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[sid] => 11598
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Day of the Pigs
[time] => 2003-01-29 18:40:00
[hometext] => Man has sealed his destiny,who now,shall survive?
[bodytext] => For death is in all corners,all doors have opened wide.
While frantically man scurries about,finding he cannot hide. Quickly he finds a burning sensation appearing upon his skin. Soon it reaches inside him,and tears him from within. The fallout it now covers the ground in such a way. That it looks just like the snowfall,on a long cold winters day. The pigs they pushed the buttons,there is no turning back. For the necessary power to stop it,the warpigs they do lack. The air it now fills quickly,with deathly painstaking cries. While all of Earths living beings,fall victim and slowly die. Cities all fall silent,desolate and eerily cold. As their long thriving histories,never again shall be told. The farmlands turn wastelands,crops burn with the soil. All rivers run red as lifeless they boil. Mankind was misled and walked down the wrong path. Fell victim to warpigs and to their great wrath. Now the Earth spins in darkness the sun cannot shine. Falling victim to man and to all of his crimes. It's a war with no winners,a game full of sin. Why play the wisdom,you know you can't win? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => olhip [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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