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Waste Replacing (Lyric) by Phalkon
winds are blowing, so much colder
fragile hands caress my face
footsteps echo in the distance
marking this, my fall from grace
time is wasting, waste replacing
everything is wearing down
lights are burning, barren yearning
night falls on a somber town...
bloodied knaves in sultry caves
their liquids drip from tired hands
sorrowed cries as people die
the tears and blood engulf the lands
war and illness kill the census
pestilence, the people die
thousands crying, millions dying
all survivors asking why...
sun goes down, the pain surrounds
eternal fear comes to my door
darkness falls, the nightlife calls
and creatures move across my fear
must escape this cold dark rape
the evil comes surrounding me
cannot wait, anticipate
for anywhere i'd rather be...
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.25
Weighted score: 5.1490035
Overall Rank: 5324
Posted: May 13, 2004 6:30 AM PDT; Last modified: May 13, 2004 6:30 AM PDT
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It's always dick'something'...
I dub your reply, Fat Back, a stupid one that is filled with much ignorance...
*nods*