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Hell's market

Sanity sold for two dollars
The many meters were running
But the souls were sold to the cunning
The only few with popped collars

Punishment protruded the cell
Flickers of fire, as they say.
My scared screams were sold today
Down in the deepest parts of hell

Author notes

another failed attempt of a metered poem... lol
Written March 7th, 2006

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  • alious
    March 7, 2006
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    yeeeaah. lol well that poem confuses me. u should put more stuff in it... and... what is a metered poem lol idk


  • 5th position Gb
    March 7, 2006
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    That was....interesting. I'm not sure what I think of this. All I know is it was....different...? I liked the first line and the whole idea of this poem, but I don't think you and rhyming were ever meant to meet.

  • Skull101
    March 7, 2006
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    Hell is much worse then that but still a nice interpertation............