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Post by AquarianM on Oct 20, 2007 2:04:32 GMT -5
Sandstorm...
Everything flies in the desert, Sand - fire - flesh - cinders of sunlight, Turned into soul's darkest night, Ravaged and savaged and innocence on fire, Pops - screams - bangs - booms - roars, Jet screaming devil birds whirling, Thumping rescue falls in a hail of sand, Gritted eyes can't cry no more, Seeing only blood and char, Filled with grit the exhaustion never ends, A vile circus of rigor mortis clowns, The arm-chair ringmasters laugh and gloat, An artistry of death on Satan's favorite scale, Fed on lies and cloaked in labels of false faith, For God's sake just really read the book, It's patently obvious who we're dealing with, The whirling devil dervish, Fueling the endless burning sandstorm.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 10/20/2007
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Post by Elle Rush on Oct 21, 2007 14:45:20 GMT -5
This speaks to me of Current Affairs, Wars, World, & Armaggedon.... the battles of good vs. evil.
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Post by Ken Corbett on Oct 22, 2007 10:58:58 GMT -5
The poorest people live in the desert, and have nothing to lose. More fanatics rise up from the dust every day. Is there an answer?
Ken
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 23, 2007 6:34:28 GMT -5
Thanks, you two - if there is an answer, I don't know what it is. What an awful mess.
Dan
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