Dark Poetry #4 |
Youth of a Nation |
KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
The Youth of a Nation Old prophets die young. With fast escape. rasping breath. Never away the bursting sun. That over bastes the land, with death Shall ever godless be, Youths dying for vengeful flames, Cast out; from their own will, free To the embrace of loving flames. Puppets: choking on string. Black eyes, haunted. hollow. Screaming... Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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kissa~rachelle Senior Member
since 2003-11-27
Posts 988nowhere special |
i like this. its different... which is good. 3 I ask why, but in my mind, |
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kissa~rachelle Senior Member
since 2003-11-27
Posts 988nowhere special |
censored? I ask why, but in my mind, |
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