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by Colin
Published on 2008-04-20 10:00:00
The Desolation Feed them to the jackals[1], the raving, the desolate, the insolent; let them tread on the roads of Mount Zion[2] in old Jerusalem, and fall into the cenacle: their last supper shall be their own flesh, lured away by the cunning, the slight, of huli jing[3]. A successful prince owns the attributes of both lion, and fox[4]. Don Diego de la Vega[5] may be proud, but there is no pride to be found amongst the ranks of the fallen: their trenches lie in torrents of
by Marcus
Published on 2007-08-12 11:27:00
Let No(Let no hand hold you downLet no foot mark your ground)Who are we to say,What we want?We, we determine the way,What we can,Or can't.We, a common responsibilityOr is itA common misery?To bow our headsLike we should"After all, it's for the common good."Responsibility over individuality.(Let no hand hold you downLet no foot mark your ground)Marcus.
by Dawn
Published on 2007-07-02 14:32:00
Everybody’s got someplace they call home Dawn has always had more gangles than curves,And never, not ever, gets what she deserves.This far from home she is just an outcastStaring in awe at this country so vast. Dyed hair and short nails but not yet too oldTo be approached in a bar by those who are bold.Scary she may be and fierce in her toneAnd worried that she may end up alone. Alone! she did cry! Alone! An old bat!(and, one may deduce,With a horde of wild catsand a stack of Doc Seuss!) W
