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Saturday, December 2, 2006


POEM (love that cryptic stuff!)
Heat.Melts us,Burns us,Incinerates us all.Too close and you get obliterated by the intense power.Too far and you freeze at sub-zero temperatures.Powered by the sin and sun.The demons favorite form of anguish and despair.It seems as you die either way.We all die anyway in any way but just the torture from this drives us to insanity and fear of death.
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