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My apocolypse
Contributed by
Buddyganj
on
Thursday, 11th June 2009 @ 11:34:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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as the worms they do slither
i call on you, now, come hither
in this box i sit and wait
to become your dreadful bait
i wish on you to be quick
but time is long beneath this brick
in a tomb of wood and stone
in the dark and all alone
my air grows stale its hard to breathe
my one wish, to die in peace
he left me here with no remorse
the man on pale green horse
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Buddyganj
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2009-06-11 23:34:44] (Date/Time posted on
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