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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
Shadows grasped in clenched hand A soul alone within an unstable land, reapers harvest fields from dying earth.. no talks about the little growth ever so less than twelve moons past... and the winds whistles by, shearing the ground, carring with it less than fertile soil, so much like sand.. but how much was proclaimed of the coming of this age.. where anything was possible.. everything to create.. how much like little Gods shall we be! and that soul alone says to himself "oh, then why can't they a single tree?" and time flows on, like the rivers once did.. and the clock still howl at time to break.. so much like the long past howl of wolves on the plains.. Yet the tide still rises and falls.. and I hear the fishing still good, since the mid-east is a beach and all And to those who did this my land.. They all died with the plague and I can't really hate them for any cause... For what did I do to stop this all? I sat, a lonely soul in a world full of gods. and shopped at the closest mall.. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
My....who has the weight of the world on their shoulders tonight? Loved it though, seems you can express yourself much better than I  ------------------ Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing... ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this much,Well done! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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