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Post by foolishheart on Aug 3, 2008 12:06:50 GMT -5
Oh Mighty Destroyer - Wickedness in your flight, Carving and chopping with weapons of war, 'Kill it before it grows,' rings through the night. The nightcrawlers were really howling, But of course, we knew they would, Destruction being the only silence. Is that good enough for you, Wormwood?
Oh Mighty Destroyer - To what is this cancerous thing you cling? You've named it, reclaimed it, called it your own, Nursed it, and given it wings. The amoeba inside was trusting, That single cell split in two, But down came the axe, off with it's head, The comfortable old soft shoe.
Oh Mighty Destroyer - Destroyer of precious things, What gives you the right To profit for your daily bread On pretty, little packages of lies? Destroyer of Faith, Destroyer of Hope, The kaleidoscope unseen When all your colors fade to black, Oh Messenger of Dark Things. You must have thought I couldn't hear them howling, Worms, nightcrawlers, straw and air. You couldn't have been more insulting.
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Post by annbkeller on Aug 7, 2008 4:50:33 GMT -5
Wow. You really convey your feelings of anger and disgust.
Very nicely done.
Ann B. Keller
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