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[sid] => 8410
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Master
[time] => 2002-12-11 20:20:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => The truth is like a thunderstorm
Before its here You can hear it comming The master is comming Run for your lives We are the messengers To announce it is so bitter Again we will deliver you Into the hands of death Like monsters in a fairytale They come to you in the night To steal your small hot tears And then under the moon They will stick them in his cold empty viens And now He directs his puppets They will break you apart like little sticks Run for your lives The master is comming He has sent us To announce it is so bitter Run for your lives The master is comming [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 25 [informant] => gequetscht [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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