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A Journey Through The Horrible Landscape

Running through the devil's tunnel, gasping for breathe,  Into the vantage lanscape of dread, filled with voilence and frustrations. Pangs of hunger...oliver twist;  I stoop low to ask for more.  Trivial barriers here and there, outraged, it sucks.  The journey was far and deep into the very threshold of faceless kings, taking a turn to welcome and become my guard.  My path was long and broad... I shortened it, to arrive at...destination.  The shortcut was

A Journey Through The Horrible Landscape

Running through the devil's tunnel, gasping for breathe,  Into the vantage lanscape of dread, filled with voilence and frustrations. Pangs of hunger...oliver twist;  I stoop low to ask for more.  Trivial barriers here and there, outraged, it sucks.  The journey was far and deep into the very threshold of faceless kings, taking a turn to welcome and become my guard.  My path was long and broad... I shortened it, to arrive at...destination.  The shortcut was

A Journey Through The Horrible Landscape

Running through the devil's tunnel, gasping for breathe,  Into the vantage lanscape of dread, filled with voilence and frustrations. Pangs of hunger...oliver twist;  I stoop low to ask for more.  Trivial barriers here and there, outraged, it sucks.  The journey was far and deep into the very threshold of faceless kings, taking a turn to welcome and become my guard.  My path was long and broad... I shortened it, to arrive at...destination.  The shortcut was

A Journey Through The Horrible Landscape

Running through the devil's tunnel, gasping for breathe,  Into the vantage lanscape of dread, filled with voilence and frustrations. Pangs of hunger...oliver twist;  I stoop low to ask for more.  Trivial barriers here and there, outraged, it sucks.  The journey was far and deep into the very threshold of faceless kings, taking a turn to welcome and become my guard.  My path was long and broad... I shortened it, to arrive at...destination.  The shortcut was

Broken Bones And The Rich Man's Skeleton

I found the old dirty coffin,  where the old rich man was laid.  Skull and ribs apart, carpals and tarsals.  I spread the rumor that i found his femur, and the old brown teeth in pieces;  the mandible and maxilla,  carpals and tarsals, were all merged in the metacarpals.  The empty eye-socket like terminator,  were bulging out and gazing at me, asking when i'll die.  I was afraid to reply.  I knocked his cracking skull, and it hurts,  my