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All At Last (Free verse) by nocturnalism a once great nation fell
unleashed an unquenchable hell
never again shall her proud banner fly
for power and pleasure did people lust
her great strength turned ash and rust
doomed for enternity in shame to lie
all liberty erased
the chanins of slavery locked in place
control the mind from birth
renounce all contrary rebels thought
with freemans blood is imprisonment bought
till freedom lost on all the earth
Up the ladder:
Still, With Love
Down the ladder:
The Death of an Octopus
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Posted: September 30, 2004 10:08 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2004 10:08 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7106 Comments:
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Dovina @ 204.250.12.246
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4-Oct-04/5:33 AM
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The country's not really all that bad. Some crap, yes. But some good stuff too.
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