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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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the winds will come to motor town with fire there will be moaning the voice of the prayer skins will be loud on the mornings and lower down her watery agony the gas lights will melt to blood when the shaking of bones gives permission to the demons the angels will know a city of war where even the stones bleed and the years of seven will worry but there will be a returning the walkers of intercession will blister their hooves on sand they will lose the color of their hands from the folding of fingers without the son of the sun's blessing ________________ daark |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Isn't there a thousand years? I get confused.. a thousand years to you is but a day to me...or words to that effect.. anyway..there I go making assumptions from what I read in it..  Thanks for making me think Mr. D. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
susieC.. yes I think you are correct in that..this is more of a current 7 years thing ..a purging..perhaps.. we will see.. thanks for the eyes lady friend |
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ManOfWolves28 Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 83 |
Thought that cup of coffee got the best of me after reading this one. Reminds me of a poem I started which personifies a big semi truck. May the winds sweep through the moonless sky.... |
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