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Green DreamsA Poem by NomadKing1971Green dreams, and pharaoh parades, the new humans must be re-made again and again; new words and new sins, we must conform as technology's .. |
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What Is A MartyrA Poem by Easter3Just one possible perspective of what it is to be a martyr. |
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Le martyr :A Poem by UlysseLes deux premiers vers de la seconde strophe sont évidemment une référence à la préface des Fleurs du Mal de Baudel.. |
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STEPHEN'S DEFENCEA Poem by kublakhan2710 ?? 00 |
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Exit with Conscience ClearA Story by Doug BlairA true story from the Covenant times. |
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insomnia~A Poem by skeletalmartyrThe asylum latches my lunges to chains of a rusted anchor. The insomnia keeps the marrow in my bones from wandering. to the martyrs recreating scaf.. |
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bullets~A Poem by skeletalmartyrnumbed against the reality, I find myself. Your words are the lingering bullets painting the walls, with the blood of Boot Camp beginners. ~.. |
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restricted~A Poem by skeletalmartyryou are the lingering if something sweet on my cheeks. your presence here is the third layer of a nesting doll. there is an inkwell image of you.. |
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The Soldier's WifeA Poem by AmbereenA poem showing the trauma a soldiers wife faces while he is on the war front |
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Sonnet XIX – A will of a martyrA Poem by Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior..If you are reading this, then I have wilt But do not mourn me or shed needless tears For god I fought, and for his name I’m dead Just .. |
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Says the ChurchA Poem by BeckyEverything can be fixed--for a price. |
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Ramble #3: LeaveA Poem by HarleyTrust is kind of fickleWhen all you do is make believe.And while our lives may be simple,It's still so hard to watch you leave.I may try to cling to t.. |
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The Martyr of LightA Poem by thekingI'm not entirely sure what this is. Found it while digging around in my closet. It could be some sort of prophecy thing. |
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What We ForgetA Poem by thekingSo drawn by the affairs of men and godshumanity is, does this resonate well?Do we spare glances with lives, and lives with morals?This precipice we st.. |
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That MoodA Story by Lauren N. RodriguezSometimes I think I should just be locked in a room with paper and ink. No, not even with paper, I have the walls; but what of when that space is .. |
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Anatomy of the SubversiveA Poem by Poe Redddark. happens in the dark. |
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RESPECT THE SPECTRUMA Poem by kublakhan2711 04 13 |
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The Inner MonsterA Story by 4$HThe terror of War |
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