It Mocks the Meat It Feeds OnA Poem by Archipelagogiving something new a shot. reviews would be helpful, thanksGod Is Real But I'm Not so sure About you How Do You Explain Yourself How Do You Liv e With Yourself The World Is Cold Our Hope Is Old Soon It Will Whither and Shrivel and Die Then Wolves Will Arrive At The Darkest Hour And Proceed To Devour Anyone With The Balls To Still Be Alive And it will end and start over and our race will get a second chance and then that too shall pass Burn The Books And Crush Their Bones It's no wonder You feel at home And I am alone © 2009 ArchipelagoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 21, 2009 Last Updated on February 16, 2009 AuthorArchipelagoNJAboutI like writing. It relieves stress. I'm in college. - - - - - "When you saw, far off, the heavy fate approaching, did you not say to the mountains, “hide me”, to the hills, “fall.. more..Writing
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