The Scream

January 30, 2009
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Oh how it came, a gaping hole,
A pit of certain grief and dread.

A thousand knifes, in poison dipped,
Ripping, tear, gnaw.

A blackened void, endless pain create,
Never-ending, swallow, blind.

A frigid cold, infinite made,
Frostbitten, numb, crack.

Anger, sadness, pain,
How filled was it with natures vice.

I know that ended soon it will,
Unearthly sound,

Cold blooded scream.

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