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[sid] => 15873
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => and i speak
[time] => 2003-04-13 03:05:00
[hometext] => to all of those who lived without haven and died waiting for heaven
[bodytext] => And I speak
Swords made of words in the air waiving thoughts like ghosts hunting the dark age of our dreams I scream... You there in the corner... I’m a storm I’m here to breed... I’m here to sin books are full but hearts are empty... And souls full of death waiting for you here with god in his dome spreading laughters in this ceremony... Ha ha ha this my dear is your destiny, enjoy the spectacle of divinity scratch your complaints from my wall get away from here, leave my hall here, there is no spectrums, here, you can only fall my faddy heart is now drinking from my pain And all the creation in hustle when his hypnotic voice speaks to us in the room when his burning hand push us in doom alive… alive… we were made alive waiting for this to arrive HA, let me say what I want let me die the way I want I have no dues and I need no rules I’m coming to you my hell, I’ve chosen you above all heaven’s whores I’ve chosen your true flames I want your darkness… I need your madness I am your emptiness and I’ll craft your loneliness with all my sins welcome me cause I can’t walk amongst gods anymore crown me as one of your demons and let me see my true face.. I learned all the fears and all the tears I learned all the hypocrite’s deals and I shall see you all in hell…. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 171 [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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