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there is no rest for the wickedfor the wicked have no dreams
only in the harsh realm of nightmares
do the wicked dare try to claim
what little sleep they steal
and oh what depths is of horror
they feelΒ Β their right to make real
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KuroInuSama69 [2007-04-18 08:13:59 +0000 UTC]
Well I gotta say that it is only the truly wicked that sleep with no regret. the feel justified and sleep the sleep of the just, so if those that constantly chase sleep find it an unattainable goal, then their corruption can only be one that is fleeting... and jaut maybe....
theire souls can yet be saved.
Great poem though. ^^
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eliander In reply to KuroInuSama69 [2007-04-23 04:09:02 +0000 UTC]
thanks but i think that the wicked know that they are doing is wrong but they they have their own reasons for what they do. their reasons and they actions bring them closer to to being evil as opposed to wicked and the evil are truly beast of the tamed for which even nightmares find to rest in their bleak dreamless sleep.
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KuroInuSama69 In reply to eliander [2007-04-25 18:03:38 +0000 UTC]
that is a way to look at it. I just fear the ones that have no remorse. for those are the most evil, and they usually sleep just fine.
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eliander In reply to FatefullyKinetic [2007-01-26 02:43:36 +0000 UTC]
i'm glad you like it. i probably need to really look at is and create a full version. but for now i'm just posing what comes to mind as long as it's not too evil
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FatefullyKinetic In reply to eliander [2007-01-29 02:34:55 +0000 UTC]
Not too evil? It's just another facet of the human creature.
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eliander In reply to FatefullyKinetic [2007-01-29 08:34:38 +0000 UTC]
and we who define humanity with out words but first study it with our hearts?
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eliander In reply to FatefullyKinetic [2007-02-01 06:55:55 +0000 UTC]
i'm gland you understood i meant with our words and not without words. any other thoughts on this poem?
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