I am a shuddering shadow shouting monosylllabic curses racing across this desolate landscape a brooding menace aggregating for you A tortuous mass of vile thought peircing in pitch and stagnant in smell I am the rotting center of a world gone horribly askew despondently I trace a path of no resistance or refrain I am a cyclone of despair and as the wails of the countless victims reach your cognizant ears will you walk away, or dash with all your sinew? as I approach the gates of your hallowed home you will know me... by the trail of the dead.

12/04/2003

Author's Note: I had to write on my own suggested topic...

Posted on 12/04/2003
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