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and the town eats itself alive
and all the townspeople die in each other's mouths
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Like my own memory of someone dead, not they themselves,
I feel, much like a child prodigy disguised by his body of an adult.
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A scream filled with nothing but angst filled the dirty, residue filled air.
It sent anger throughout the atmosphere.
by Candy Morphine
67 lines, 9 comments,
on Aug 10 12:56 AM 2008. In Angst, Pain, Dark, destruction, Emo, Depression, destroyed, Loss, Hate
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If Earth were a rubber ball,
splashed with blues and greens
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I've never been one for destruction
But if the glove fits, wear it honey
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One day I saw a black rainbow
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Might be worthwhile to read the Author's Notes on this piece too.
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The waters are gentle at the river bank,
Slowly rising up the edge to meet my muddied feet
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This is from the stand point of a man with an inner demon.
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HERE THEY COME,
HERE THEY COME, AXES IN HAND,
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When Santa finally DID come... he kinda, well, he had some fun...
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The army of the undead lead by a beast to destroy all the peoples of the earth.
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Something’s burnt the bell-tower down
The hanging priest’s robes on the ground
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Cracks slithered, like wayward streams
Cutting, chiseling, carving the blood
by mountainwriter
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 17 3:51 PM 2007. In Nature, cutting, chisel, carving, weeds, pebbles, earth, destruction, force, travel
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The Fire just can't return when there's nothing left to burn with
And all of the sparks in the world couldn't kindle anything here
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just like the cancer that plagues us
the poison sleeps within us
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When sanity is gone,
I am what is left.
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Tick Tock,
goes the clock.
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flames lick my leather bindings / as i walk through his burnt town / death and screaming everywhere / i brought it to the ground / why the hell did you do it / those people don't need to die / i should explai
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Through the life, / of flying blind / a need to unwind. / Bottled up trust in you. / Live to escape the knife, / seek and find / racing, fa
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Without a trace a civilization disappears.
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Et l’univers rentre au naturel Le cycle de la vie Et mort
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This world, is materiallistic. This society, so simplistic.
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Ice is forged into crystal glasses to make room for new sentiments;
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It will not portray them in the light of worth It will only destroy all who stand in their way
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Meh...tis about a supposed friend of mine who can't seem to keep this thought in mind.
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