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Memories
By Deaths Apostle
Winds of change blow cross thy land
Fouls stench of decay enters thine
lungs
To swallow fates cancerous lies is't thous goal
Feeding
from prophecies of thy dead, mistakes repeated
Thy past hath come
to light, destroyeth thee damned
Thy grave unsettled, thee tree of
life, uprooted
Cursed art thou ones living in memories
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Copyright 2010 Deaths Apostle
Published on Saturday, January 16, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
This obviously a new style for meComments on "Memories"
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A former member wrote:
it takes me back to the noble times goodjob
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On Saturday, January 16, 2010, maggot death
(62)
wrote:
I have seen a lot of poems expressed this way. I like it, and a great job, overall.
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