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Consequences
Why is it that I find
Myself upon this stone?
The desert lies before me
Cooking to the bone
The blinding white
Scorching heat
Scarring me;
Little piece of meat
That’s all they seem to think of
Vultures up above
No care, compassion lies within their hearts
No tiny chink of love
While I’m wondering why I’m here
All I say is ‘Crap!’
Cursing myself and his idiocy, damn
I really should have used the Wii Strap
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- Madrak
- Madrak the red, a fabled legend across the barren wastes of his own twisted imagination now shines forth, the old crap he wrote on this free chunk of webspace disposed of, to be replace with his demented scribblings (or typings, whatever) that come to you in the form of poetry, or fiction, or maybe the odd random post about whatever topic comes to mind. I will try to be entertaining.
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