Disturbing sites do field the flocks,
To certain distance lands, or not.
Without his hands to guide a lie,
Machines pumping blood cease fire.
Christening the sacred ground,
Those carbon breeds of man are found.
Silently searching for a better place,
He rose for nothing, then lost his faith.
It was something that I have not seen, but cannot forget.
What visions men have of nothingness.
A contest entry
- For the love of god CONFUSE ME by h202.
450 points, ended February 10, 2008, 63 entries
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Now I want a toaster too! This is really good Sam! I think you have a good chance of winning this thang!! Best of luck in the contest not that you need it for this masterpiece.
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Swinthaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Oh, dear Swintha. I'm confused.
Your style is incredible, though. And your comments make me giggle. And I like this even though I have very little idea of what it's about. I could be just making it up, since that's fun to do.
Good job advertising toasters. After reading this, I want one!
Yay, Swintha!
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