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| Copyright - Lindsay Logsdon 2002 |
| Your mangled, rotting corpse lays at my feet. My foot, unthinking, just out. THUD A twisted hand goes flying, falling. Your prayers could not save you. Your lies could not save you. Your insincere smiles COULD NOT SAVE YOU And suddenly flames leap from the open space where moments before lived your hand. You could not save yourself. |