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• Artist: Mutandanstan
• Description: I love this poem.
• Date: 01/07/2009
• Tags: title none gourd zion

Frosty frolics of the Abrodian gourd,
covered in malicious smiles brought on by the weeping Will,
blood stained walls, horrifying worms, and birthing larva,
breathe, smoke, live, die, succumb,
to that which is thine own fallacies,
open the gate and let in the wild hunter,
for all is well in Zion.

Comments

[Mutandanstan]

oh, and the Abrodian gourd is not a thing is a group of people

[Mutandanstan]

I'll give you a hint, by Will I mean the thing that says to whom the dead person's posessions will go to.

[Invisible emo chick]

i dont get it....could you explain

[dawnofthelight]

I do not know what this poem is exactly supposed to mean...but I do like the alliteration you used, mainly. ^^