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Nightmare Inner Vision

Rating: 4.4

Dark birds gather at my grave
Trying to unearth the remains of my defeat;
The hills bleed with disease,
No one will survive;
All the dreamless eyes
Are cold pools of cruelty
That plot brotherly demise,
And everyone collects
Battlefield coins
From the disrespected dead.

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Joy Vanderhelm 29 December 2005

The hills bleed with disease, no one will survive it.' What a chilling line. And, a very stirring poem.

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Ivy Christou 01 November 2005

this gave me goosebumps! i'ld like to have faith in people, even in a small percentage of them.. but our world is going through a tough period! great write HBH

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Amberlee Carter 25 October 2005

stunning....I wish I had more words.

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Lori Boulard 24 October 2005

haunting, almost 'Poe-ish', and beautifully written. LB

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John Kay 21 October 2005

Uriah...Very good, my friend. Mary said it all better than I can.

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Mary Nagy 21 October 2005

The flowers turning to razorblades.........wow, that's an image that will stay with me. Very dark Uriah. Very good (of course) but definately intense. Sincerely, Mary

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