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The Flame of My Country (Free verse) by sylbaryn The flame of my country is a cruel one
The honour climbs like a serpent
Within the expanse is nothing
Yet devils dance without sound
Are the remains within reason
The fisherman's catch is a poor one
The book is a guide
But the ring is music from design
To bury your head from the pirate
When the stars cry out for their pain
The lady discloses her secret
For the flame of my country is a cruel one
Up the ladder:
Tearz of a Thug Misses
Down the ladder:
The Masks of Leon J.
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Posted: September 9, 2002 8:50 AM PDT; Last modified: September 9, 2002 8:50 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.7019925 Overall Rank: 11970 Comments:
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nentwined @ 192.168.0.69
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9-Sep-02/7:18 PM
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I stumbled through the reading of this, both due to its (overly?) cryptic nature, and that I couldn't really find a flow in it. Especially "The book is a guide/ But the ring is music from design". And are the stars crying out for pain or from pain? or is it not the stars' pain... hmm... like I said, cryptic. And a bit confusing. :)
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