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Along the path, he tread on Tall, thick trees blocked the light of the sun. Its narrow and long, he knew something was wrong A whisper in the bushes, a thorn on the ground, his guilt poked him, he quickly turned around. Nothing lay behind except the cloth bundle, inside lay the body of the women he had strangled. He struggled to pull the body, became heavier by the second the soul inside would have him beckon. Anger made the trees sway, the air became damp his mind infused with chaos of ways to get out of this swamp. His men were waiting for the price he would bring but he was trapped in this maze in his praise they would sing. The ground below shook with terror his legs gave away there was no shelter, from the trees, whispers became louder, wolves began to howl his reason for joy was lurking on the prowl. The soul within had joined forces with nature his mad heart beat like a strange creature He needed to get out but he lay deep in the trap His guilt held him from escaping through the gap.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
-Guilt-
Along the path, he tread on Tall, thick trees blocked the light of the sun. Its narrow and long, he knew something was wrong A whisper in the bushes, a thorn on the ground, his guilt poked him, he quickly turned around. Nothing lay behind except the cloth bundle, inside lay the body of the women he had strangled. He struggled to pull the body, became heavier by the second the soul inside would have him beckon. Anger made the trees sway, the air became damp his mind infused with chaos of ways to get out of this swamp. His men were waiting for the price he would bring but he was trapped in this maze in his praise they would sing. The ground below shook with terror his legs gave away there was no shelter, from the trees, whispers became louder, wolves began to howl his reason for joy was lurking on the prowl. The soul within had joined forces with nature his mad heart beat like a strange creature He needed to get out but he lay deep in the trap His guilt held him from escaping through the gap.
harini-iyengar
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
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