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| A poem surrounding | Started by: Xx_Creeping_Death_xX on Sep 20, '10 21:10 |
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Creeping out of the corners of hell Death walks to the old corner near on his hometown of Chicago.
This is a poem of mine adressing recent events.
Death is often a consequence when seeking retaliation for minor events.
War has often plauged these streets of ours.
Rougeism is often used as an excuse for cruel senseless wars.
So it is said cities are often engulfed in power struggles.
One man or woman can cause and or lead to the death and destruction of countless others.
A word is more powerful than 1000 soldiers at some times.
So it is said...
I am done with my poem yet murder, freed, and vengance has just begun
SO IT IS SAID!
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