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[sid] => 176195
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Infectad
[time] => 2013-05-30 16:22:20
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[bodytext] => The maniacal laugh and crackle of the damned, Including thr cries and lives of the many it scammed, It's all started with a simple bite ir scratch. They can smell your fear, Their screams tell you when they're near, Some people accept their new fate, And others run from the hell's gate, The damned are always traveling in a pack, Swarming and devouring those whom stayed back, The only way to stop them is to shoot them in the head, Only then you're they're dead, You need to always run, And be armed with a gun, For the damned are never sleeping, Because our blood is what they're creeping, I write this for now I've been bitten, In little time I'll be forgotten, So now I have to say goodbye, I hope you know I did try... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 120 [topic] => 13 [informant] => SavageMonster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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