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[sid] => 93168
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Vengence
[time] => 2005-05-03 15:50:20
[hometext] => I can not believe I wrote this......but I did.
[bodytext] => The blood is flowing, cold is the core. The time has come to settle our score. Never more ready, our nerves are shot. Here they left our bodies to rot. They left us for dead, we came back to life. Take a stab in the chest with an old rusty knife. May you feel our pain, for your blood will rain. From what it spells, you'll hear our names. Feel the knife as we pound it in. Soon you will pay for all of your sins. The things we do to you couldn't be worse. You make our work easy to beak this curse. Where once we died by the work of your hands, we lay you to rest beneath the cold sands. The last breath taken, how great was our fun. Here we did battle and evil has won. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => anabanana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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