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Post by leash on Mar 21, 2004 17:38:50 GMT -5
nothing continues growing into time, stealing bits and pieces of what it finds. slowly draining the empty life where everything is useless and nothing really matters. in a place where death rises from the ashes, burning and drowning within its eternal spirit. the devils messenger has come, to relieve you of your sins. the emptiness will fade, staining your view with the dying stench of burning flesh. rebirth comes again, and the reaper watches with unshaken eyes, devouring the essence of our existence. afraid of nothing, because nothing is reality; a black empty hole, filled with lies. plastic and untrue is your eternal heaven, a burning hell awaits beneath, to be unmasked and taken upon the world. for every naked thought (still unsaid) to be momentarily singed, then replaced with the cool, calm, fake reality which you have grown to accept as true.
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 22, 2004 10:48:49 GMT -5
wonderful piece black phoenix...i enjoyed reading it..i love the first 4 lines...great job!
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Post by Sathien on Mar 23, 2004 14:53:49 GMT -5
for every naked thought (still unsaid) to be momentarily singed, then replaced with the cool, calm, fake reality which you have grown to accept as true.
this is a very effective ender. i really loved this piece! it sounded - whole; all pieces fitting perfectly and creating this concrete picture of, ironically, nothingness synonymous with the reality of today. anyway, i enjoyed it much. kudos!
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Post by leash on Mar 23, 2004 16:35:37 GMT -5
ah! thank you so much, sath. your feedback was much appreciated.
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