Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Silver tongues, soft words and an eye on the door. Uncoordinated efforts fall short of the mark. I hear good sounds, it all sounds too good to be true, is it?
There is much to be done given the time frame. A pale remnant of what it once was. Burdended by the words they used to bring this madness. None feel sorry for them that turned the cards. A deep dark death will be their lot.
They will be the lucky ones......
Them that die.
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