08-12-2006, 04:16 PM
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why God permits evil
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
Here's a new poem.
Loveless
My mother should have said, life is like a box of lies. Can you taste the poison confection, underneath all that powdered camoflage? The scythe is incognito. I thought that thin shadow was licorice lace. Holding a key, I came upon the screeching frames of gates. I still persist to rumble, fumble the lock. So returns the melting clock. The waxy face watching, mocking my futility. My malfortune. My thoughts, my core. Everything I've already felt before. Wracked by the hand that subtracts from my ribs a single piece of company. I'm throwing it all away. Void light, void everything I ever tried to trust in. I force intermittent, lifeless suicides. Redundancies. I didn't abandon hope. Hope abandoned me.
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