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Bagpain (Free verse) by daggatolar

Christ caught on a cut And nailed on wood But we - Is our fleshback Constuct the cross The crusifix Nailing Rain into us Struck The circle cease The flow of our blood Curls up We womb walls up A prison of bagpain And death is not better The whple life we live A lead to To we cannot away from.

Stephen Robins 23-Aug-04/5:52 AM
You have ripped this off the errant rantings of a tramp on a soapbox at Hyde Park Corner. He had one more listner than the vote I have just awarded you.




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