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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cold Death
[time] => 2004-12-01 16:13:40
[hometext] => This poem is about myself hating the world and what it has become. I still feel that way, and in a way, It is dedicated to Bush. Since he fits one of the heartless monsters so well.
[bodytext] => Dark, the world is dark and cold, With all the happiness deprived. What is to be of this second hell? The tears of a girl The evil is winning. It is a deadly game No one ever caring that the good is dying. Horrible. A girl crying in the dark. No one will listen, too concerned with themselves to care. Another death. I weep. I cry for the lost child that met her horrible end. I alone. They pretend that they care, but tomorrow, it’ll be forgotten. They will all forget that little girl that died trying to stop the evil from spreading. I won’t, I care. My tears will be the only ones shed for the orphan girl. I cry. This world, this living hell they call home, is not my home. I truly am lost, I want to go home. I need a real home to go to. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 13 [informant] => DesolantDreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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