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[aid] => mick
[title] => On Last Breath
[time] => 2005-05-07 17:22:55
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[bodytext] => She cries out. As waves of crimson pour forth from her eyes. A black angel in the night. Dying on a breath... exhaled from cracked lips... Fire balls soar through the sky. Cards on the card table. Thirteen in four suits, And two red di... Long nailed fingers play for their souls... These monsters make wagers on their lives... We all play for keeps... Here on the thin black line. Cloaked men. Wise, but all men are fools. God should have turned away ages ago... When society began to rule. They call themselves puppets, And cut each others strings... They'll continue to rebell against their boundaries... Whether it's uneeded or no, When they cut and bleed. They crush his great heart Between their knees. her voice is but a whisper. A candle trying to survive a storm. It is not that they can't hear her... It is just that they wont. Ribbons of blood drift from her... As she speaks last from hollow soul. No man can own the world... Because no man is whole... Just destroyers, These fateful demons... Just destroyers... Of their own world. DNB. FlatThreadedNested Oldest FirstNewest First The comments are [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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