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demiurge (Free verse) by crin i've heard of a ghost train in vegas
that carries men to heaven and hell
that takes them to the land of the gods
and delivers them into the hands of the damned
where devils trade souls
where pennies from heaven rain down
where angels dare not tread
where little voices whisper "kill kill"
i've heard of a ghost train in vegas
that carries hope and betrayal
that grants some men the graces of god
and leaves countless others forever condemned
where lost souls sell cigarettes
where holy men sin
where the blessed vacate the premises
before the voices whisper again
Up the ladder:
Gastric Sadness
Down the ladder:
The Sands Of Galway
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Posted: September 15, 2002 6:29 PM PDT; Last modified: September 15, 2002 6:29 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.85 Overall Rank: 1570 Comments:
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poetandknowit @ 65.101.212.210
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15-Sep-02/7:37 PM
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This poem makes me wonder if you have ever been to Vegas or just watched what it is like to be there on some travel channel. If you have been there, well, then your observations are just weak. So is this poem.
i've heard of a ghost of a poem...
haunting. ghost-trains-rock.a
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