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An endless stream of grey Meandering like smoke past my door Swallowed by the gaping maw Constantly this ravenous creature demands more bodies to devour As un-protesting they all go to their doom Is that a sign of struggle? A momentary fluttering of rebellion in their eyes The futility of their journey Rebellion quashed, the creature roars Stuffed with life, it staggers on its way to gardens unknown And in its wake An endless stream of grey
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Peristaltic Prisoners
An endless stream of grey Meandering like smoke past my door Swallowed by the gaping maw Constantly this ravenous creature demands more bodies to devour As un-protesting they all go to their doom Is that a sign of struggle? A momentary fluttering of rebellion in their eyes The futility of their journey Rebellion quashed, the creature roars Stuffed with life, it staggers on its way to gardens unknown And in its wake An endless stream of grey
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
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