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The thoughts come
A knot in my throat
About to burst
Everything is coming
Converging together
Pressure on
My head.
Countdown to madness
Closer to destruction
Red, fire, death
Moving, curling
It is dense.
A weight on my head
Blood pumps by my eyes
Blinding me to a field of crimson
A wave chills downward
My breath quickens
The attack is near
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Destruction
Date: Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 12:00:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Chaos
Welling up
The thoughts come
A knot in my throat
About to burst
Everything is coming
Converging together
Pressure on
My head.
Countdown to madness
Closer to destruction
Red, fire, death
Moving, curling
It is dense.
A weight on my head
Blood pumps by my eyes
Blinding me to a field of crimson
A wave chills downward
My breath quickens
The attack is near
And it shall be fatal.

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