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Destruction
Contributed by
Chaos
on
Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 12:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Welling up
The thoughts come
A knot in my throat
About to burst
Everything is coming
Converging together
Pressure on
My head.
Countdown to madness
Closer to destruction
Red, fire, death
Moving, curling
It is dense.
A weight on my head
Blood pumps by my eyes
Blinding me to a field of crimson
A wave chills downward
My breath quickens
The attack is near
And it shall be fatal.
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Chaos
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2003-02-01 00:00:00]
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Re: Destruction
(User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on
Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 03:36:18 AM AEST
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| Oh! it is almost breath taking..powerful expression..venkat |
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