o9o7o8A Poem by Subliminal Silencei can feel it... [the] blood seething from [the] ruby coloured vein vain pain pray prey tell, how can you save us [you] wicked, wild jackelope of man [you] vicious, manic driller of souls truth to tell, fires in hell cold as the soul as it's ripped out [you] breathe the soul like oil [you], the great killer of man breathe the soul like oil a car crushing bodies like a ford [the]blood's coming now, from [the] deep black gold of hell, seething forth ...i can feel it © 2008 Subliminal Silence |
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2008 AuthorSubliminal SilenceIndianapolis, INAboutPhotographer by nature, writer by design. Not much to know about I, I've been writing for as long as I can remember, since I was a wee little child, first thing I started was with my father, actuall.. more..Writing
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