Array ( [sid] => 36899 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hail [time] => 2004-03-01 09:21:33 [hometext] => The King [bodytext] => All hail the new King of nothin. Better then any since and any ever. A man, a mock of the people. He shall die forever letting us see his dead scope of humanity for judgement on our very souls. Praise him for all his actions that we shall acclaim. We the people, those poor fools ever hungry, ever ignorant of the true purpose for all. He sings and we see, we see the light of the ever lasting truth that has come down from the hill that signs. He laughs we are merry, he knows and we shall fear. All hail this ever-lasting joke. All kill his last act, his last word. Witness his dire message and see fall from history. Last night he want crying and sighing. His last tears fell to the ground in the dust that later took his head and behold his blood.

Cry old men, for he loved you. Rejoice young men for he feared you. You of the youth gave him his last rights and his last call. Those brave warriors that let it be known in the night that the darkness shall not last forever. They did the need for the people and they shall never have to pay for those deeds. They harkin to call of measure for the crimes of the last to stand for all and fall for none. They sing his horrors, let his ghost sing his own praises.
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Hail
Date: Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 09:21:33 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: geoffreyalanbest
All hail the new King of nothin. Better then any since and any ever. A man, a mock of the people. He shall die forever letting us see his dead scope of humanity for judgement on our very souls. Praise him for all his actions that we shall acclaim. We the people, those poor fools ever hungry, ever ignorant of the true purpose for all. He sings and we see, we see the light of the ever lasting truth that has come down from the hill that signs. He laughs we are merry, he knows and we shall fear. All hail this ever-lasting joke. All kill his last act, his last word. Witness his dire message and see fall from history. Last night he want crying and sighing. His last tears fell to the ground in the dust that later took his head and behold his blood.

Cry old men, for he loved you. Rejoice young men for he feared you. You of the youth gave him his last rights and his last call. Those brave warriors that let it be known in the night that the darkness shall not last forever. They did the need for the people and they shall never have to pay for those deeds. They harkin to call of measure for the crimes of the last to stand for all and fall for none. They sing his horrors, let his ghost sing his own praises.


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