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By HiramDiaz
Blood clogs the air’s passage, leaflets of time spiral around ravaged, immovable, pillars. We stagger over jagged mounts of ashen sands, seeking an oasis in this desert of infinte sorrow – the loss of flesh that even eternal Deity partook of... when twinned beams were felled and twined with his collapsing limbs and a world of infidels celebrated such a violent weaving. But we will wait and watch... and remember how those doubled beams of sorrow slew the innocent, yet, rendered judgement on those who crucified Truth, the only Liberty there ever will be.I like this one a little more. Written September 11th, 2001 © on Apr 26 2002 08:10 PM PST 0 • 1
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