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lead
By Exodus
Death in their faces.
A hollow innocence.
They melt on the hot asphalt.
It will be over soon.
Corrupt and clean yourself
Of these bad deeds.
Before its over soon.
The end is near.
The end is close.
I feel it breathing hot down my back.
The finesse of bleeding strangers.
A garden of fumes.
Quick and sharp.
They cut so easy
So pointless.
::pull them under, the children of epilepsy::
drown
far underwater..
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Copyright 2004 Exodus
Published on Wednesday, July 28, 2004.
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"Poetry"
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On Thursday, July 29, 2004, stormtalk
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wrote:
Beautiful and paradoxical in its convoluted efficiency. Too many interesting lines to mention... like the shapes of molten lead taking form on a pane of glass...
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A former member wrote:
This is engulfing. Remarkable. Really.
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On Wednesday, July 28, 2004, Anth
(1126) wrote:
incredible imagery,almost otherworldly,yet familiar at the same time,stylish and impressive
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On Wednesday, July 28, 2004, Lynaes
(854) wrote:
This made my blood run cold in this eloquent of ways.. you're an incredible writer, so unique. "The finesse of bleeding strangers. A garden of fumes." that line struck hard.. amazing work.
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