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My world order.
Contributed by
heartfilledblood
on
Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 02:52:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Burn the house kill the young ones
Raise the hearts of there loved ones
My people go have your fun
Our time has come spill the blood
Hang them by there necks here we come the unbarable flood
Our word shall spread the world now a ruin
All colapsed our old free position
Gone the world givin our first execution
Now to join my world created the next new edition
I shall swallow this land gone the highest bidder
No now gone your now my bidder
Bid your life my word our yours
My followers belive salvation I can be
For the rest shall be sliced non for thee
The strength gained all through the weakness of all
That money will eat you all
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2004-07-21 02:52:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My world order.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 07:14:16 AM AEST (User
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Your use of the english language makes this somewhat incoherent. From what I understood, it made an eerie and disturbing read, with a somewhat twisted moral . . .
If you ruled the world, it'd be dead already.
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Re: My world order.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st August 2004 @ 07:53:58 PM AEST (User
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I know this is not your feelings, but it is rather reminiscent of Jim Jones and Charles Manson to my way of thinking. Grim and evil just lurking around every corner. Chilling. I do think you need to work on spelling and structure. I see where you are going with this but it is a hard path to follow for we readers.
Rita |
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