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Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
Stars and stripes misty night ghouls and demons come to life Walk deathly quiet pass my place of hell that occupies my inner space Satans workers, evil thoughts omens from careless talks loose tongue, painful words Circle my soul, circle as birds Whispy spirits oh so sad locked in their world of bad Set me free, cut me loose give me freedom just to choose my domain, my destiny, my castle of pain from here my kingom I do reign End of the day, cometh the night my weary soul can no longer fight Hallows eve, the dead still twitch in their boxes as black as pitch Come oh hell, take my hand and show me the depths of your firey lands Burn I will, for ever more I sold my soul cos I was poor Richy [This message has been edited by Hollowman (edited 10-08-2001).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I have always said, don't turn your back on the poor, lest you find a bullet in it...and that is the extent of my politics at this moment. I enjoyed found this food for thought, and will be back again to read. Thank you. |
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