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[aid] => Mick
[title] => sade
[time] => 2003-04-07 15:47:37
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[bodytext] => Doom
and the sun in bloom we must insist to exist when I heard him saying from his cell calling into the world in hell ”to the young maiden of the world set yourself free from the tyranny of virtue and taste without fear the pleasures of the flesh..” his fingers strangling the quill to drop his last word or will but the sky pulled his soul to the divine hill i`ll laugh at you and your storm old man he said so with sarcasm blowing out of his eyes i`ll scream at you like you storm your creation with cries that`s what he shouted in his way down i`ll write your sarcastic story with my blood in the dome of your hell I will.. I will consumed in fire or eternalized up higher but we couldn’t witness his funeral pyre. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 13 [informant] => wazarov [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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