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Old 11-03-2009, 04:36 PM   #1
MasterWriterUK
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Violent Hands


Passive
Aggressive,
Music,
The rhythm pause:
As treacle: off a spoon.

Excessive
Force,
Anger,
Hate full teeth:
Clenched fists grin wildly.

Beaten
Senseless,
Peace,
Love is ironic:
Stained: with blood.

Life
Support,
Heart,
Police are escort:
As modern day: Valkyries.
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Old 11-03-2009, 04:54 PM   #2
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Reminds me of one of my all time favorites:
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fire... burning... agony...
sultry shivers of a dark essence
why am i tortured with this nihilistic existence?
bitter... darkness... despair.
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