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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Western Lands.
[time] => 2008-12-17 16:49:58
[hometext] => BURN BABY BURN-Whats the call? FREE EM ALL
[bodytext] => The Western Lands. Things are so dark within that country The only illumination is the glowing flicker Of its burning sacred parchments Glowing, casting brief and sullen shadows Behind the bureaucratic escarpments. Heavenly shows of evening falling- Its twighlight time- Together forever with you. The empire that dares not speak its name is stalked by sedition. How quickly it grows quiet in the forest, Then you hear the familiar birdsong and Today, they sing no more, the trees Blasted bare. For A world without a whisper in awe We've lost our master. All intone the name in resistence, in silent vespers. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 64 [informant] => incognito_bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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