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A Poem by Subliminal Silence

i 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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Wow! Just absolutely wow! Its so full of powerful lines!

"[you] vicious, manic driller of souls
truth to tell, fires in hell"

That is some really fantastic stuff! Love it!



Posted 16 Years Ago



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Subliminal Silence
Subliminal Silence

Indianapolis, IN



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