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The Hunted
Gunfire grazes along moss-green riverbanks
Piercing the surface of pristine waters below
Disappearing into disturbed, murky depths
Sinking silently in a fleeting moment, forever lost
Hollowed homes haunt bloodstained edges
Deserted in a second of desperation
Vacant as the veiled eyes that pierce
Slipping silently through the graveyard of sand
Off-key, out of tune, onward they oppress
Bludgeoning, beating, breaking what's left
Buried bodies lay bloated and forgotten
Memories silently missed like sounds of music
Bare feet balance along bloodstained banks
Cluttered with diseased, contagious carcasses
Disappearing into disturbed, murky depths
Sinking silently in a fleeting moment, forever lost
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"when one person suffers from a delusion it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion."
Last edited by Venomous Vixen; 13-09-2007 at 08:40 AM.
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