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defeat

Contributed by rageprophet on Thursday, 23rd February 2006 @ 12:23:43 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



How can I cope? The hatred grows within me. I try to let it go but It's grip only tightens. I close my eyes but all I see is darkeness consumed by hatred. Biterness pierces like a spear through the heart of the once righteous. The unforgivness is like poison left by the serpent it contorts the mind and twists the soul, it physically manifests as broken bodies and pestilence it is always hungry, searching it attaches itself to my very being and will not let go. It controls me completely , why can I not let go these feelings of contempt they drive me to do evil and I am powerless against them. The day is dark and once again I find myself alone at the feet of the beast. His laughter echoes in my ears he mocks me as I sit before him. What power do you have little one he exclaims, the blood of the once righteous will flow in rivers of red this day, how can I stand against his wrath.




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Re: defeat (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 23rd February 2006 @ 02:34:22 AM AEST
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i adore the personification of your feelings. Some incredible metaphors here.
The language is so fitting and dark...well expressed.

A stimulating read.


Re: defeat (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 23rd February 2006 @ 04:07:01 PM AEST
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Good write.......keep it coming........would say that i hear what you are saying........but, "I never listen to anything the Foreman says"




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