I sell my body to you, upon your tv screen
When all my souls
too rotten and cold
my body displays agony
I feel the rotting heart beats
and children uborn within my womb
If all is cotten blankets
Can you make these tables turn
I yearn, I burn for you
Something new- something to pacify
Sing a tune to, sing a lullaby
When all my soul has
Turned to rot
Forget me not,
The tables turned
The world is black coal
I want to regain my mind
I want to regain my self-control
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Option B:
Pretty simple, write about the tables being turned. Seeking revenge, karma, ect. You can get as general or as in depth as you wish.
A contest entry
- Turning The Tables by CharleeBoy.
700 points, ended December 18, 2008, 12 entries
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Oh, wow. That gave me chills.
When all my soul has
Turned to rot
Forget me not,
The tables turned
^ That is just about perfect, exactly what I wanted people to create when entering this contest.
Thank you for entering this, it was truly orginal. I have a feeling this one will set a bar for more entries to come, very well done. Thanks, once again. Good luck in the contest :]] -
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