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Post by engarde on Feb 3, 2003 8:52:50 GMT -5
Surviving the Game
How do you survive the game, when you have no shame, for what you have done. Look to Gods only son.
Killing is not the answer. It's the eternal cancer. The plague of death, continue there'll be nothing left.
We went against Gods wish. Now were the devils' select dish. To do what he pleases, through those he seises.
Those who don't follow the cross. Introduce the land of the lost. A river of blood red, feeds the army of the dead.
The ones who praise the night. Were never shown the light. Never cared for, no concisness to open the door.
Spread the love. Preach the man above, and do your part. Bring goodness to thier hearts.
That little action, starts a chain reation, for emmanuel. Weakens the devil in hell.
You have fought off the beast, now rest in peace. Be lifted to he who reigns. To others who have survived the game.
F8
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Post by engarde on Feb 3, 2003 8:57:11 GMT -5
Thanks for the poem! Very descriptive line here: "A river of blood red, feeds the army of the dead." Gave me shivers...
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