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The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

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What living creature so torments the soul?
We did not see the sadness in your eyes.
Something went wrong.
The path to evil is death.
the murder of innocence.
Walk away...
At your feet the demons roar.
And while you cry forever more,
We take you, extinguish your soul.

Updated 08-16-2009 at 03:47 PM by AimusSage

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Poetry by the Martian King

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