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MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
Echoes reverberate from my hollowed soul No feeling of life, any ill wind or ghoul Busted and bloodied lay my dreams Rapids pass by in my tear riddled streams Quietly meaning slips by Why why why??? Tortured templates ready to roll Electronic menaces and vile troll Hurt is primed at a stroke of enter Pain to smash left, right and centre Brain cells compute Please don’t shoot Boastful victory stands slyly erect Whilst humanity is left derelict What has happened to us………. |
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MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
Yeah I`m Back |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Gruesome ... impressive! I believe that rather than from a hollowed soul, echoes reverberate from a HALLOWED soul, but humans seem to have lost the ability to perceive them ... no doubt we need to refine our hearing.  Margherita |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice reading...James |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
"What has happened to us", that is the real question. enjoyed, ms. e |
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