WOTE
Dark Initiate
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Post by WOTE on Nov 9, 2003 4:36:23 GMT -5
War to peace, peace to war, started and stopped by the trading door. Seed to plant, plant to crop, by the border made to stop. Law to rules, rules to law, the vice of trade made to claw. Dollars to objects, objects to things, must be a member of the trading rings.
Lines of trade have no grace, they have no heart, nor face. So more you trade, less you give, now it’s hard for all to live. Work all day, so you say, if all could work there’d be more hay. Lines of steel, armor to flesh, they killed those ones and the rest.
Rich to poor, poor to rich, the lines of trade hit a glitch. Eye to eye, they can not see, across the vast trading sea. Corp to market, market to coin, merchants seek to join. Swap in lanes, lines of trade, faith in friendship begin to fade.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Nov 9, 2003 13:31:27 GMT -5
great rhythm & rhyme scheme. i really like the style of this piece. awesome work.
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Mistress
Demon Disciple
Eternally Damned
Posts: 405
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Post by Mistress on Dec 22, 2003 23:28:57 GMT -5
Your unique style fascinates me...
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WOTE
Dark Initiate
Posts: 39
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Post by WOTE on Dec 23, 2003 1:28:43 GMT -5
Me too!, i still wonder why!?
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AxXis
Crimson Soul
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places.
Posts: 218
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Post by AxXis on Jan 1, 2004 0:00:44 GMT -5
Aside from the unique writing style this is an interesting view of anger. It is a little more subtle than others, thanks for sharing.
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