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[aid] => mick
[title] => Intrinsically Cataclysmic
[time] => 2018-01-23 09:40:25
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => A chill is in the air
Sowing seeds of utter despair
With an uneven ebb and flow
Is how it all seems to go
Wind blown across the land
Death and destruction the creator/'/s only plan
It comes and goes without a trace
Leaving behind this godforsaken place
Sinners are served as Satan/'/s dinner
In this fiery hell, there are no winners
Nobody lives to tell
Their bodies charred oh so well
Those ill-fated have now been negated
With the earth/'/s cleansing
The wicked winds have abated
[comments] => 3
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[topic] => 13
[informant] => jamesstockdale
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
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[ratings] => 0
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[topicname] => DarkPoetry
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