DL_Snake Posted May 21, 2003 Report Posted May 21, 2003 My face is a torrent of rain, Awashed with agonies of pain, As I face this pitiless world, With its dark sails blooming unfurl’d. Ah me! To be one w’out kith or kin, The solitude flush’d within my skin; Standing abuse show’rd by ravaging hands, Encroaching fitfully upon my lands. Granted is not to me my wants! I am instead the wall mankind taunts; Ever I wish to be of higher value, That Man care for me than hurt me in lieu. Alas, that is not to be! For clear it is this hurtful race, Treating all for selfish needs; Never will there be ‘nother race, Who breed and grow like pests and weeds. Despondence filled are the minds of the wise, Who spectate yet ignore this world of vice; Troubled are the souls of days long gone, Who slaved and toiled for children yet borne. Hear ye hear ye! Repent, repent children of today! For fear of all ye sinners be snared. Repent, repent that all faults may, Achieve redress and your souls spared! Repent I say repent you hear, Judgement is sighted judgement is near; As consumed are all by greed and lust, Justice is come so cower you must!
DL_Snake Posted May 23, 2003 Author Report Posted May 23, 2003 I'd like to cancel my application. i just realized the application is based on works created just for the pen =p I posted b4 i saw that..apologies for your trouble PS: please dont' boot me =p
DL_Snake Posted May 23, 2003 Author Report Posted May 23, 2003 can someone move this to the banquet room please? thanks
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