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Post by Spawn on Sept 9, 2006 11:41:31 GMT
Let me tell a story In which men are vile And love is gone
Its set far away In a place we won't see A broken planet, beyond repair
Life and love are meaningless Bravery and courage are nothing compared to gold Little men have little graves
Vultrues pick and tear Rotting bodies are everywhere How many will survive
Denial is all about Despair is all around Hopelessness, knows no bounds Bloodied bodies, battered bruised never pull through
That is my tale A grim one it is But its of a world that will never be
For you see Our world is what it is Pain and suffering is everywhere Even so we pull ourselves through
Broken bodies fix themselves Love warms people in the night Hope is never gone, light is all around
We live in a world on the brink of death Yet as long we beleive We will remain strong.
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Post by Ceri on Sept 9, 2006 14:41:19 GMT
*Sniff* Loving it, Ralph...Good work
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Post by church on Sept 9, 2006 20:16:48 GMT
ermm i think the title and poem dont fit, remember ralph you dont have to have titles some poets dont, so by default their work is refferd to by the first line, if you cant thing of atitle then just put in a 1,2,3,4 etc nobody will care
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Post by Ceri on Sept 10, 2006 21:01:40 GMT
Well, it is a legacy, of sorts...
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