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Untitled 2
Contributed by
Corruptor
on
Tuesday, 15th October 2002 @ 08:15:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Amidst the white, the pure, Lovely shade of life, Death waves his bony hand And beckons the young man:
In Charons lair Youll find a rose: A life that was, But is no more. Here you speak of sins And redemption, Bt its of no use Theres no salvation. You may enter. To speak, take the floor, But pay the price Leave your soul at the door.
This death said And disappeared.
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Corruptor
... [
2002-10-15 08:15:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Untitled 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 09:50:10 PM AEST (User
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i think your write was very strong but the ending doesnt support the greatness of this piece. |
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