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The Borehole
Contributed by
Siegfried
on
Friday, 3rd August 2007 @ 10:23:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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The Borehole
Black abyss is down there isnt it?
A secret hole for the stained souls of the men of the enigma.
Trickling down the spine of time, let the gates open let the rivers run red for the coming of time as hole deepens with screaming of life as it pulled down in to the hole.
It assimilates broth of life, let only the silver sun shine escape with its serfs.
Let us vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous in vigil valour and vanity. Shoot them I say! Shoot them! Purge the Golden hall of its gleam and glamour and baptise the children of golden brown cradle of birth with the glossy shine of blood, sweat and tears.
Copyright ©
Siegfried
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2007-08-03 22:23:40]
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Re: The Borehole
(User Rating: 1 )
by physcoquack on
Saturday, 4th August 2007 @ 09:38:19 PM AEST
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| a good write you have a diiferent word usage then most good work |
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