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[title] => Bodies
[time] => 2005-04-18 18:01:09
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[bodytext] => One Million bodies litter the ground. Poison gasses, polution, Acid raining down. Boxed up diseases, gift wrapped with a bow. Tied with red ribbons with a radioactive glow. Tied to the top is a tiny note, the pages are covered in anthrax. Ten Thousand bodies litter the ground. Mustard gass, shot guns, pistols, and snipes. H-Bomb, S-Bomb, Grenade, silencers to silence a dead mans wound. Tears gass, Air planes, ships with cannons, and fire. All things in the equation, the same formula comes out. Ten thousand, we all know what war is about. One Hundred bodies litter the ground. Hate crimes, mistakes, the safety was off. Suicide, fate, it all seams so wrong. Stab wounds, and the price people pay. When they really do stand up and say what they think. 10 bodies litter the ground. Stick up's, gang fights, Abusive fathers and mothers. Accidents, Driving drunk, even envious family members and jealous lovers. Being at the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. Biting the dust, kicking the bucket, saying goodbye. One body litters the ground. But in the end it all adds up to the same thing. When will the killing stop? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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