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AleX
Contributed by
SomeDude
on
Sunday, 24th February 2008 @ 12:13:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Mother, your womb of ten thousand lions
shall nourish me; I'll be clothed in chlamys cape.
Father, we shall never bond solely via alikeness;
affinity where your wife lays with serpent men.
Don't kiss me like a widow.
I'll follow them from behind their heels
like a corporate seeking for treasure;
and on the forth day their heads will linger
on the battle fields of Nicaea.
We'll march on sparing neither man, woman
nor child; your kingdom of dust reigns sublime.
And we'll come in like a pack wolves;
we here by wait for you Porus.
Mother will cry if she dare sees me
hurling my goblet.
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SomeDude
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2008-02-24 12:13:14] (Date/Time posted on
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