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[aid] => Mick
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[hometext] => reflection into the being and traits of a virus... harbringer of death... symbolic of human parasitic nature... an experiment with medieval english and comtemprary thought... a must read for everyone...
[bodytext] => Thou must remember the blackest death
That begeteth from the cryptic source, And made to dust in due course, every life upon which it hath itself set . Thou must remember the pale fever, The angel who dealt, with the angel of death. Leaving life no prospect to lever. Thou must know the death from Blood and seed, whose victim helplessly standeth to perish. His body when performs tasks of flourish, Infact, pollutes the whole of his breed. I AM that contagion, that is the harbringer of the disease. Once I infect, I germinate to seize the life-blood of the whole existence. I AM the breeder, who breedeth in the flesh and bones. Giving birth as I eateth through the prone protector of the mortal demeanor. It is merely an instinct, To plague where I flourish, to be a parasite, and also punish, my humble abode, my precinct. I have but not guilt, no remorse, no reason, though, what I commit is blasphemous treason. I evolved to be as I dwell. AP. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 49 [informant] => ap [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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