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The whispered words of the voice fell down,
The hands were curled on the weapons around.
And what once was a heart still beating,
Is now something not worth keeping.
The only sound was the blood dripping,
Whilst the stomachs of the people still standing were flipping.
The hurt people twitched not ready to die,
The live people twitched too, raring to fly.
- Title: The Assassin.
- Artist: LILYLAMA
- Description: Its one of my favourite poems I've ever done.
- Date: 04/17/2009
- Tags: assain
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Blackening_Stars - 03/10/2011
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Never EVER,mind haters.They don't dig it. :]
Really love this poem,amazingly done,and so full of emotions.
Now it's one of my favs. smile
5/5 <3 smile - Report As Spam
- Kotetsu215 - 04/17/2009
- Clever use of words. But, I think it would have been better if it were atleast a page long. 4/5.
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