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sermon (Free verse) by crin
above the sky there is nothing except silvery planes and memories of days gone by every night we see heaven breaking through the clouds but we can only reach as far as our arms can take us we don't sleep we want to stay awake so we can watch ourselves grow all over so we can watch ourselves spread inside of everything the darkside of the moon and places we cannot see with the naked eye god is silent and silene is golden it keeps us searching and starving for more we cannot see beyond the veil of the moon we're slaves to our own desires and to ghosts that stopped whispering long ago we don't sleep we stay awake and listen so we can hear the screams of the damned so we can hear ourselves becoming the very thing we fear the darkside of the moon and places we cannot see with the naked eye

Up the ladder: sky
Down the ladder: first words

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.5555553
Weighted score: 4.7777777
Overall Rank: 11332
Posted: September 15, 2002 6:24 PM PDT; Last modified: September 15, 2002 6:24 PM PDT
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[n/a] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 | 16-Sep-02/7:12 AM | Reply
eh. not sure i get how this is a sermon. read 'sinners in the hands of an angry god' by cotton mather, if you want a real sermon. hellfire, man.
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