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Date Posted: 16:53:24 03/21/01 Wed
Author: Steam...
Author Host/IP: houston65-121.dsl.gtei.net / 4.3.65.121
Subject: Camoflauge
In reply to: IB's player 's message, "OK ignore me then SORRY..." on 23:26:12 03/20/01 Tue

-The Only Thing Promised--In Life--IS Death-

....Tis his turn. His time has come to be nomore. Which gates shall open to seize his being. Those pearly white ones in which the golden streets intwine? Or still yet those who's depths fall into a firey pit of misery and hell fire? Or shall he still be nomore one that remains invisiable to most? A ghost? Shall that take his form? Tis not an answerable question , except ,that is, he shall indeed depart his Earthy body. It shall no longer rein o'er the others. Nor shall it seek the affections of mare or ever agian take flight into a victourious battle. Nomore. Nomore shall 'he' be. Nothing more than a pile of dirt that shall give birth to new grass. Was that his propose to die here? On this Earth to feed the rest with his death? But then agian what we do in life, echoes an eternity? Ehh? yes... Tis agian he shall be more. He shall indeed......

...Unkept flints shuffle wavering b'neath his declining wieght. Deep caverns hath formed above orbs, yet orbs do indeed hold the same fiery glance. Skull is drawn as tightly as possible to conceal wounds. Yes. Yes, he shall show his face to the opposer. Yes. Flimsy nare implode with the nemisis's scent. Lobes peirce the tattered mane on his marred poll. Matted coat shows no gleem agianst the sun. Muscules dimenish by the days. Ebon flints carry the brute in a circuit about opposer. No fear, nor threat is shown. Simply and idle state. Agian male returns to his land. The land in which he fought for, lived in, and shall die in. Pace is kept at a irritably slow walk. Climbing across the sand bar. It taking all of his strenght to make the cross. Form falls limp unto the sand. Hazel 'drops' roll back lids 'clipping' o'er them. Sides stop heaving the everlasting gas. The gas to perish out of himself just as the 'he' shall out of this world. Never. Never to returns agian. Limp carass remians on the beach. And so it shall remian, but the weeks and stages shall take place. the brute hath live and died. his life o'er. Forever he shal never agian return to the known. his territory, twas the fight the male hath wished he could have encountered. Nay. He is gone......

-Curse the Day--My Wings forgot to Fly-

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