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Robulus Junior Member
since 2001-05-01
Posts 11 |
ClockWork The God of weary students, placed high upon a wall. Cruel, relentless, unyielding, 3 turns until the call, It hangs as we pay homage to the passage of the day, youth and all it's trappings get lost along the way. Lines of nameless students, numbered, one and all and faceless servents of the God, pacing down the hall. They goosestep, each in tandem with their orders for today, willing, unforgiving, they'd pound us into clay. And so the call approaches, 3 turns have slowly past. The order for renewal is rung along the mast. Prayers, soon forgotten, our God is put away, We've done our best, now judge us, we've done our bit today. |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Ah....school's out..... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
brings back memories enjoyed the read. "you are what you own in this land, you can be king and it all depends on the view and what you can see" Whipping boy |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
and there is always some other taskmaster to to tend to...and my but the last fifteen minutes drags by. Enjoyed the memory too. |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
This could be a poignant metaphor to the "final" of life... 3 hours can just as easily be youth, middle age, and old age... Enjoyed your imagery and impressions expressed here. Tight format too. -MVS "If you think you know it all, you have a lot to learn." |
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