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[title] => Peace of the Dead
[time] => 2004-11-10 15:27:33
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[bodytext] => Use a knife and pierce my heart Rip it out, tear it apart Use your fist to smash my face It's time in life I learned my place Stick sharp needles in my skin Allow the blood to flow within Smash my lungs with heavy stones Crsuh my body, break all the bones My hair is to be set aflame Don't worry, I'm the one to blame Bruise my body with pelted rocks Lock me in that dreaded box And when it is all done and said Allow me peace, peace of the dead [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => EternalNight4x [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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