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A Perilous Plight
Contributed by
jamesstockdale
on
Tuesday, 24th November 2015 @ 10:42:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The eerily silent night
Reigns upon the vast terrain
Dreams of many
Wishes of but a few
Soon the people
Will start a day
Of new
Those less fortunate
Will not see the light
Of the coming day
For Lucifer has come
To take them away
Stolen by the dark of night
Their pain and fright
Has become their passage
Their way of life
In the hands of Satan
They will suffer
A perilous plight
At his command
They shall become
His evil delight
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2015-11-24 10:42:30]
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Re: A Perilous Plight
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by Invierno on
Tuesday, 24th November 2015 @ 10:47:10 AM AEST
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Yikes! I'm selling my Playboy collection!
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Re: A Perilous Plight
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by kmec1990 on
Tuesday, 24th November 2015 @ 02:22:44 PM AEST
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Exploring your dark side? I love it and you certainly caught Invierno's attention LOL. Another excellent write!
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Re: A Perilous Plight
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 24th November 2015 @ 05:16:35 PM AEST
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Duh-am dude!!!! Dat skeery.
Well, apparently I aint got too long so I'm buiyn' Mike's Playboy collection.
Thanks,
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Re: A Perilous Plight
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 27th November 2015 @ 11:42:19 PM AEST
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makes me want to clean my windows, open up the shades and let in the light. The devil I happen to know, is a moronic shyster who would relish in my discontent.
Met up with him once, at midnight, on the old cross roads.
I was just walking with a guitar strapped across my back, I just bought it at Target, paid eighty-seven bucks for it. All the money I had. He offered to trade me my guitar from Target for a Martin and my soul. I said hell no, and I smacked him on the head with my guitar from Target. Then I stomped on his Martin. Next thing I knows the cops shows up and take me away. They put me in this cell with no windows. They took my guitar from Target. The next day they gave me this public defender, yup he was the devil again. Boy he said, you're going down unless you maybe want to deal.
Nope I said. You evil jerk, I'll get you, I'll get ya you darn devil. And when I do, I'll smack you upside the head once again. Then I gave him my crazy eyes look, likes I was nuts and then I smiled, you's done messed with the wrong fella old devil. I'm a going to get ya...
Next thing I know I was let free. Damn devil never showed his stupid head again round these parts.
moral of the story, you got to smack that devils face hard and tell him whose boss. Everything's easier afterwards/
Peace!
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