Poison my doomed soul
Tonight, a dismal wind saws the trees
Making them sigh
Not with anguish, but with nothing
Them not being like
The memory of a dark dream
A single vast desert sends
Horror beyond reason
Beauty and coldness from
Broad bleak swells of barren grounds
They came at us in darkness that night
From an endless bleak plateau
Flat, cruel and dark
Creeping agonies that had waited long
- Mal Ignant
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FrankBlues
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We live in a wonderful world! Look, here is some Japanese teenage zombie chicks. What could be better? |
Ricardovitz
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Every two bit doc knowed that a corpse ain't noth'n but rott'n flesh. Dead body. Once you dern burn it, it ain't a corpse no longer, fool! Some of you people is so stupid, it done hurts my brain reading this stuff. |
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