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Date Posted: 20:41:36 08/07/02 Wed
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[. Deathly pale fr'm sea arise maid o' ocean blue. Pale as orb that hang 'pon strings, she grace the sky and Earth. Sleek nails rake lightly 'pon terra as thorns flicker in candle flame, fore threads o' finest silk tumbling lightly f'rth unto glass spheres. Ass-kisser, shorten'd and nay o' fullest length doth kiss the devine and make as one with what was realaty. Curious antics are made as youth makes her naivè way 'cross the Plains, seeking her wart'ry fate .]
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<font size=-2><font color=deepskyblue><center><HR width=80%>In Ocean's wide domains,
Half buried in the sands,
Lie skeletons in chains,
With shackled feet and hands.
Beyond the fall of dews,
Deeper than plummet lies,
Float ships, with all their crews,
No more to sink nor rise.
There the black Slave-ship swims,
Freighted with human forms,
Whose fettered, fleshless limbs
Are not the sport of storms
These are the bones of Slaves;
hey gleam from the abyss;
They cry, from yawning waves,
"We are the Witnesses!"
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Within Earth's wide domains
Are markets for men's lives;
Their necks are galled with chains,
Their wrists are cramped with gyves.
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Dead bodies, that the kite
In deserts makes its prey;
Murders, that with affright
Scare school-boys from their play!
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All evil thoughts and deeds;
Anger, and lust, and pride;
The foulest, rankest weeds,
That choke Life's groaning tide!
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These are the woes of Slaves;
They glare from the abyss;
They cry, from unknown graves,
"We are the Witnesses!"
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<marquee><span style="width: 300; height: 50; font-size: 30px; font-family: enviro; color: white; filter: glow(color=deepskyblue, strength=5)">How can one master...</span></marquee>
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°•Alias•°
A†lan†is
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°•Heritage•°
Arabic
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°•Dye•°
Slate
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°•Marks•°
Naught
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°•Stance•°
15.3
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°•Gendra•°
Harpie
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°•Persona•°
Eleusive...lost...
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<marquee><span style="width: 300; height: 50; font-size: 30px; font-family: enviro; color: white; filter: glow(color=deepskyblue, strength=5)">...what is lost?</span></marquee>
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