Empowerment of the little creatures, VI

by Unrequited   Feb 18, 2005


Danger
gray light
drain the blood from the solar systems
don’t feel bad, it must be done
create a home for the dead
dig a hole for your friend
who wasn’t a friend after all
make slaves of the dogs of war
spill the secrets of the night
the bugs still cough from the second hand
smoke has weakened them…
now onto phase III

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  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea

    yay! they're weak! hehe. on to read the next one...

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