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It's been a few years since I've written any poetry but Ok, here goes. -- Well I was going to try, but total writers block, so here's something from 2003.
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the dark brings life
and day forbids it
silently hunting that crimson liquid
blackest heart acknowledge the screams
emanating the fright from ghostly features
death in waiting for life to extend
lonely the one is who hunts in such a manner
and destined to remain that way
for life given to sustain life is noble
taken without permission curses it
no end to torment brought on by attacker
victims- friend once before or foe
are seen the same-- as LIFE
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Cain: I know what you're doing. I've lead troops into battle before.
DG: And, how am I doing?
Cain: Well, there's less *hugging* when I do it
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