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Post by Lomelindo on Jan 30, 2006 21:19:16 GMT -5
Fog seeps through the leafless trees A silence descends, a portent of doom I feel a madness around me and within I have lived too long inside this tomb This civilization, a breeder of madness Built on domination and lunacy I have ever felt a lingering sadness Caged and severed I tried to find my way Now they stand, those cities of Man. Ruined and fallen, forsaken they lay A monument to those who consumed themselves.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 31, 2006 13:32:41 GMT -5
You really struck a chord with this one artanaro. Especially:
You really spoke to a "certain part of me" that longed to escape from the endless sadness that consumed him after the War.
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Post by Lomelindo on Feb 18, 2006 8:13:54 GMT -5
Thanks for the feedback I really appreciate it, but this one too is currently undergoing revision and I will post it up as soon as I am done...
Hantale
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