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[sid] => 21831
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Scorched Earth Promised Land
[time] => 2003-08-13 02:05:00
[hometext] => the burning and razing of my Garden.
[bodytext] => in the Garden where Nothing grows i pick a solitary rose whose austere look and blunted thorns remind me of the loss it mourns for, it's growth in this patch of desolation is a testament to the obliteration of this Garden, once thick with bloom now Grey and Decayed like a patchwork tomb Darkness holds sway, heavy like the Hand of Doom her, in the Shadow of Nothing, where Death often looms Burnt by silent enemies my Garden turned to ruin as i lay, imprisoned in an Asylum of Soul's howling madly at the bleeding moon and i returned to find my sanctuary burned it's beauty flame-raped to ash my tears rode a downward spiral to the newly sterile earth and my mind, swollen with Demon Seed's burnt out as it gave birth (and Madness was my safe place the thought of those Bastards burning like my Garden was my warm place to hide) and as my mind spun out of control i hunted every god-fearing torch bearer down i bludgeoned each with a crucifix and sent them to their lord a pitying gesture from a heart that festered 'neath the hate of a god i abhorred 'neath the loathe of the god they adored (even the blood that stained my hands couldn't fertilize my Garden's ground so i take their bodies to the only place that i knew they'd not be found) i buried them in my Garden face down in the sand of my secret place, that they burnt to waste my Scorched Earth Promised Land [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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