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Apocalyptica |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110
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In the vernacular of the cataclysm It was I who knew it best I dreamt a dreary dream that darkened Disturbing that it brought me rest I walked upon a path of bones Paved of sorrow and scattered stones I am the simple device of a simple hate I do not breath I asphyxiate I was one who pushed a button Who knew the troubled hand? That fell on red and idolized man But I saw it saw the impending dread I was one who pushed a button Gleefully leaving them already dead For all their laws they could not please us Their book of lies and plastic Jesus Distinguished by my world of hate Dip and sway as you immolate I was that terror that comes anon Dread lord of the waning sun From whence I came I now am gone Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
This is good. It sounds like a very nice piece. GIS Closed will remain closed until opened. |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Wow, this piece is amazing, very well written and very dark. I love the way you described everything, nice, nice, nice. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Kuru: this reminded me of the four horseman brought into a modern day society beautiful writing |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
Tank you GIS LittleWing: the four horsemen of the apocalypse? I have heard of them but I am not aquainted with them. perhaps you shall introduce us  Hatter thank you praise from a like mind is enjoyable. Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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