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Comments for 'Halo Sonnet' |
Sergeant B
12:01 am | November 30, -0001
great.
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hornet34
12:01 am | November 30, -0001
Your style reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe. Very good.
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Walker
12:01 am | November 30, -0001
I don't know whether I loved this or it was crap... *beats himself over the head with a large trout* Just as long as you're not another E.A. Poe. We have enough opium addicts running around as it is.
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Ishkabibbl
12:01 am | November 30, -0001
Nice way to rip off the poem already on HBO.
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Alpha Lance
12:01 am | November 30, -0001
What? You stole this peom!?!
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Alpha Lance
12:01 am | November 30, -0001
I found that poem he rip off, you can see down here.
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(rip off)
Deep in the Heart of the Pillar of Fall,
Were the Silent Spaces for the Fifty,
Of all but One who made the Jump of Call
To save a World from the Claws and Filthy.
Only One came through from the Pitiless
Fire of the World where all were Dark and Dead.
The One who had the very lethalness
Caused the Claws and Filthy to fill with Dread.
And in the Heart of the Pillar of Fall,
Was He allowed His much needed Slumber,
While Halcyon prepared its Final Hall,
He'll face His toughest Amphitheater.
For the Fallen, He dreamt their Vacation.
For the Fallen, His Shame was Salvation.
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(the real thing)
Deep in the heart of autumn
Were silent spaces for fifty
Of the ones that need no name
From this celestial bough
All but one did fall into
The pitiless fires of reach
A soldier's ignominy
To have dreamt while brothers bled
But oh, for the rest of us
His shame was our salvation
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It's preatty similer, God, how could you rip off this poem. That's preatty low.
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