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[sid] => 118819
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Something About the World Today
[time] => 2006-04-22 17:23:06
[hometext] => Just wrote this one. It's about apocalypse, human nature, and today's world.
[bodytext] => Sunday the sky vomited maroon flavor It’s pungent teardrops cascaded onto me These tiny seed-lets fertilize the evil inside humanity As they absorb into my flesh like mining veins for gold They strike it rich, pure, untouched soil Primal urges are met; they are magnified by the hundreds I feel a strong urge to murder, to commit ravenous deeds Today was the last sun It rose and fell. Shattering into oblivion The earth is dark, yet the sky looks flushed with copper I see flames on the dreary horizon The dead walked the earth today I saw their shadows in my rear-view mirror They walked like puppets. It mesmerized me I couldn’t help but still feel the sweat dampen on my forehead I couldn’t help but notice that I was uncomfortable My car seats were sticky from the steamy heat I saw a young girl on the side of the road She held a teddy bear in her arms It had an eye missing and a nice bow I cried as I passed by her Something about the world today Made me want to stop and kill her But I kept driving behind a sunless sky People were going mad from the death Though self-destruction was a frequency that I could not bear So I drove and looked for a town free of plague Something about the world died today It was suffocated and the corpse lay limp But the parasites still rested upon its lifeless body [comments] => 1 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Spellofnature [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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