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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Burning
[time] => 2005-01-23 23:27:39
[hometext] => This is another one of my dreams Another Samuria poem I hope you all enjoy and can get why i called it the burning
[bodytext] => The Burning Those smells that fill the night The shade of red on metal My armor stained With what once Was alive And now Dead My sword cries from all the innocent kills But it knows it was the only way We both have to become blind And seal emotion away How many fathers and sons and brother have I? I really killed tonight And what is the number I would be in If I ever had taken count There are hundreds of bodies before me The smell is getting to me The burning and dead flesh But I have to hold on I can not seem weak Or seem like I feel something right now The smoke has become like a second sky You cannot see the roof tops anymore I can hear babies crying but cannot see where they are Everything is on fire and they may die tonight But I have yet killing to do I have saved mothers and the children tonight But is that enough to make amends For all the ones I cannot The children escape some how Their mothers are with them They went underground I am very happy but can not show For I have yet killing to do tonight A sword pierces my armor And there is the shade of red on metal It is a young boy behind me I push him away and send him to his mother For I have yet killing to do tonight And can not die this way I have not made amends [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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