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In Dust and RuinA myriad of thoughts maul the sky Through the eyes of a soul set to burn And return to the ash from whence it crawled forth It’s desolation, a destination for those left in the heat To suffer humanity’s chills and woes Barren scraps of the most minute mite Leave only a trail of torment for those left to followIn Dust and Ruin
It is of no courage or great deed Or admirable trait of man that we start to walk To tread the clouds of heaven of alien lands To chart the molten rivers of the deep abyss Heaven and Hades in a man’s soul are twin brothers Traveling the same pa
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The Writer"The Writer"The Writer
He sits alone in a leather chair in the middle of a square, metal room of which each wall is equal to one other as well as the ceiling and the floor. There is no furniture, save the executive chair in which he sits, and a cold metal desk, black, lifeless, and square in nature. It holds a small stack of blank paper, a pen, and his hands that methodically tap, tap, tap. The room has four windows, one on the center of each wall, which let in a hazy light that creates long shadows that look like tic-tac-toe boards. He places Xs and Os on the squares in his head in an attempt to out-smart himself. He will of cour
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- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Operating System: caffeine
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From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
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(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
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.......and it's beautiful
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Tranquility interrupted by a jealous mind, life overcome by the grief of the ending, celebratory drinks for a lost occasion, a mind full of black, the tainted, dirty white.
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gurlnextou ",)
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.......and it's beautiful
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