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On dirty,drab decayingstreets where no one knows a soul
Gritty, grotty, grimy rats are racing to their goals
Rushing, pushing, underground- while su..
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We have Jihad
War on Terror
Burning Babies
Human Error
Islam Christian
Fundamentals
Peace to War
Regimental
Car Bomb Morons
Suicidal
Destruc..
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Petty prying people pick through pieces of your lives
Pedantic, pushy privilege that tells you wrong from right
Pretentious, pompous polarised opini..
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Thoughts, ideas and actions never truly die
They grow- they combine
Intertwine
They change- Transmogrify
To become the sum of all and more
Than ..
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We're burning in hell
Can't you tell from the smell?
Our paradise lost
To the toll of deaths bell
Eden has fallen
Temptation to take
We inheri..
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A horror, thriller, whodunit story centred around the demise of a doctors family. A wok in progress that could go absolutely anywhere!
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A Chapter by spence
The crystal decanter chinked a high resounding tone against the whisky glass as the amber liquid glugged its way to three parts full. A similar moti..
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A Chapter by spence
‘Will Daddy be home when we get back?’
It was the third time Clara had heard that same question in the last half-hour, but rather than ..
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A Chapter by spence
Daniel was pushing the top button through the corresponding hole of his wife’s cardigan when the doorbell rang,
‘I’m coming&rsquo..
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A Chapter by spence
Brandon handed Kirsty a stick of gum as they gaped at the items in the toughened glass window display of H. Samuel’s jewellers shop. The preci..
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