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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Far distant, can you heart it? Coming faintly on the wind? A cry, a sigh, a call, of surprise, gasping in disbelief, an outrage. Rending the air, with a sickening call, a plea, a prayer, fell on deaf ears. Reap what thou sow. Nauseating, the smell now rises, pungent, vomitingly real, haunting you, along with sounds of unearthly noises. Soul destroying, uncontrolable weeping bursts forth in sympathy From Hells depths, louder gutteral moans mock the people's moans. Laughing at their misery, cold hands reach up to strangle the people silent, dragging their feral moaning beings below. Disapearing to Hades, their sounds die, distantly echoing through the cavernous underworld, their life of torture awaits. No more do we hear their pleading calls of suffering, but no lesson will have been learned from their loss, attrocites will continue, and so too the cries. The black realms wait silently, patiently for your arrival. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
nice poem. God blesses. |
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