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A White Christ In A Black World

Darkness conquers, drink this blood of defeat...
The crying shadows, restless spirits...taste this flesh we eat.
Death, succumb to vermiculation of the decieving void.
Life was Death to begin with.

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Written March 25th, 2005

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  • ImNoGoddess
    June 22, 2005
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    Awesome. abstract as hell, but I love the way you worded it. And yes, life is (to) death....like pleasure is (to)pain.

  • Liquid punk
    June 6, 2005
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    The title too.. brought me to read your poem.. very worthy of such a title.. quite interesting lots of creativity and killer wording.. Kick ass work man!!


  • March 26, 2005
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    wow. very short, yet powerful. Great write!


  • Immortal Flesh
    March 25, 2005
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    I have to admit, this was very interesting!!! and original!!!
    The title alone pulled me right in!!!
    It's probably the best titled poem I have seen in AP thus far!!!
    Anathema Job well done!!!!!!!!