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Frosty frolics of the Abrodian gourd,
covered in malicious smiles brought on by the weeping Will,
blood stained walls, horrifying worms, and birthing larva,
breathe, smoke, live, die, succumb,
to that which is thine own fallacies,
open the gate and let in the wild hunter,
for all is well in Zion.
- by Mutandanstan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/07/2009 |
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- Title: [No Title]
- Artist: Mutandanstan
- Description: I love this poem.
- Date: 01/07/2009
- Tags: title none gourd zion
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Mutandanstan - 06/15/2009
- aww, thank you xD
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- dawnofthelight - 06/15/2009
- You know, you sure are good at creating these complex literary architecture that can be interpreted in so many ways, and can therefore be relevant to almost anyone. ^^ And it may take some some time to interpret. xD^^ But that's what I love about your poems. ^^ You are a true poet. <3<3<3^^haha
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- Mutandanstan - 06/04/2009
- oh^^ and I don't know, maybe your telepathic to books lolz
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- WereSquishy - 06/03/2009
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Yeah, the oldest person alive in the Bible I think.
...how the hell did I know that...
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- Mutandanstan - 06/02/2009
- well, Zion is also used in religion, I think, for like references to that perfect place where everyone is happy.
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- WereSquishy - 06/01/2009
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Last line would be a Matrix reference... I think...
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- vw_bug53 - 02/02/2009
- confusing but nice^^
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