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one hundred miles past hatred
By darkcoldplace
one hundred miles past hatred is where we lie
we descend through the fire and flames
push through the bitterness, of where love dies
through the blood red darkness, and shame
the throne of malice; left behind
the cold sun, nor the sacrilegious moon arise
burning memories of your frigid touch
fuels the existance of this place
this is where you live
this is where you cease to exist
one hundred miles past hatred
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© 2009 Ivan Darkhardt
Published on Tuesday, April 14, 2009.
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A former member wrote:
I love the title ....but tonight the poem lacks substance for me.....a hundred miles past hatred is insane rage.....i feel you contained yourself in this and censored what you really wanted to say....
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On Wednesday, April 15, 2009, darkcoldplace
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wrote:
well its up for interpretation, just like any other poem.. but to me rage is temporary, like an explosion, but the level that i was looking for is more of a slow burning hate.. thats my explination for the subtle language
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