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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
He walked out into a world without faith for some Fresh air. But instead all he got was sadness and mourning. Looking back, all he saw were pebbles and mangled trees, Where the sea of faith once laid, with it's sweet Water. He tried to walk back inside but it was too late. The walls closed upon him. He was now in the world, and in the cold. He stood watching, as the men and women walked by, Glazed looks in their eyes. He tried to greet one of them, but no one would talk To him. Each was too busy in pursuit of the Epemeral god. We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Fractal..interesting concept of those who stray from their God. Hardrock |
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