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[aid] => mick
[title] => Concept of Death
[time] => 2005-06-21 19:41:02
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[bodytext] => The only thing he can do... Is watch as all of the sand runs out... The devils child? And angels child? Emotionless? Evil? Power hungry? An empty shell? Just because the skull must grin... Does not mean that he is laughing. He's taken the ill... He taken those in pain... He's given relief to the very old... He's provided a sure fire remedy to the very sick... And punctual this apparition... More dependable then the common cold... And quite a bit more unwelcome... He has a job to do? It would be poor workmanship not to do it to the best of his abilities. He's a part of life... The end...in fact... Perhaps the start of something new... Something welcome...even... But I suppose... That doesn't stop the pain... To them it is he who causes the suffering... Not who ends it... It isn't any wonder that he is so thouroughly hated. The only thing he can do is watch as all of the sand runs down... It's a lonely prefession... But hey... Somebody has to do it. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [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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