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[aid] => mick
[title] => The fields where we die
[time] => 2004-11-01 14:09:26
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[bodytext] => Go to the fields with the gun in hand. Stand in the grass and take the last breath. Pull the triggor and the nightmare stops. Fall to the field... bleed on the grass... hole in the head. Sky lights up and the angels doth cry. Dead in the field, soul in the sky. Nobody cares, their loved one is dead. There they will stay sprawled in the field. Out to the field all go to die. Take out their guns... all joined in the sky [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => surge_joebot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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