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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
I know of hell I know of it's being It's power to keep The dark shadows. I know of that place For I have lived it Been a part of the sewer To come out empty. The power of it calls To those in despair To those that cannot see A ray of hope. To find the tears comfort Their small joy's pain It takes their vision And dooms them this way. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I know of hell I know of it's being It's power to keep The dark shadows. I know of that place For I have lived it --------------- To find the tears comfort Their small joy's pain It takes their vision And dooms them this way. ------------- This is well written Michael... very well expressed darkess... it has a sad cryptic beauty about it... take care jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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