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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slit Here
[time] => 2005-01-25 01:05:17
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Once was lost Now I am found This alter Your holy name Burn Burn Bible Burn Four corners Four horns Four drops of blood For You False teachers Ungodly rulers Corrupt preachers The end is near My Lord, remember me When You come into Your kingdom My Lord, be my Rock When I cannot stand The blood was bright The crowd was loud Bring more Christians For the lions still hunger The beast reigns And You do not stop him I cannot buy I cannot sell Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? There is no sanctuary There is no escape I must do this Lest they come for me Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Dotted green line on my wrist Red ink underneath Slit here Slit here [comments] => 1 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kratur [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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