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The Egg Eaters Hallow

HE WEARS A COAT OF ASH ALWAYS TALKING TALKING FAST LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH THE GRASS HE SLITHERS AND CRAWLS HE SLITEHRS AND CRAWLS BUROWS THROUGH THE WALLS WHATS YOUR NAME LETS PLAY A GAME I’M INSIDE I’M INSIDE TRY TO HIDE I WILL SEEK GO AND CRY GO AND SHRIEK I’M INSIDE TRY TO HIDE NO SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP WHERE DO I FIND THE ONE THAT SLEEPS HE WANDERS THROUGH THE SHELL TO FIND IT AND TAKE IT TO SOME FAR OFF HELL HIS TONGUE IS QUICK HIS MIND FULL OF WIT HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN AND HIS MIND IS KEEN SEARCHING FOR WEAKNESS SEARHING FOR SECRETS HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE HOW MANY OF YOU COMPARE WHATS YOUR NAME IT’S A SHAME IT’S A SHAME I WILL BREAK YOU I WILL TAKE YOU FINDING FLAWS OLD WOUNDS RAW DIGGING DEEP DIGGING DEEP HE FINDS IT IN THE KEEP HELLO LITTLE ONE HAVING FUN I HAVE NO NAME I PLAY NO GAMES ALL I HAVE ARE FANGS AND YOU ARE HERE TO HATCH DISPARE I’V COME TO MAKE YOU DISAPEAR SEE YOUR WALLS SEE YOUR WALLS THEY’RE CLOSING IN THEY’RE CLOSING IN WE WILL BE COMPRESSED FORMING MESH MERGING INTO ONE LIKE ALL THE OTHERS YOU ARE DONE NEVER SPAWNED TO FIGHT THE DAWN I VE COME TO MERGE WITH YOUR SOUL TAKE CONTROL YOU WILL BE JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME ALL YOUR NEGATIVITY WILL SUBMERESE WILL DISPERSE JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME ALL YOU EGGS KEEP ME FED KEEP ME GROWING SECRETS SHOWING KILLING DEMONS BEFORE THEY’RE BRED KILLING DEMONS TO KEEP ME FED A FORMLESS SOUL MADE OF MESH A FORMLESS SOUL MADE OF UNBORN FLESH WINING THE WAR ONE EGG AT A TIME ONE EGG AT A TIME

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/26/2015 5:43:00 PM
lol, you did not
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Date: 4/18/2011 11:44:00 AM
i eat egg eaters for lunch ' k.
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Date: 10/22/2010 11:37:00 AM
Hi Nate: Great poem. Have a good 1. Thanks 4 reading and commentin on my poem. Peace: Sheol
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Date: 9/22/2010 6:00:00 AM
I really liked the repeating in this- adds to the rhythm and power. Wow, what a read! hugs, kris
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Date: 9/21/2010 5:58:00 PM
Happy u enjoyed my Nap Time poem..Nate..my BFF and hope all is well with u... miss your great contests luv... think about it..OK? your BFF..too..
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Date: 9/21/2010 11:52:00 AM
The Dracula of all egg eaters. Look out Jonathon Harker Egg. I enjoyed this poem mucho. Love, Dave
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Date: 9/21/2010 2:04:00 AM
What a curious poem. loved the imagery though. Thanks a lot for your comments on mine.
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Date: 9/20/2010 11:40:00 PM
Hmm, not sure what this is about. I liked Ruben's comment here. I never heard of an Emily Dickinson's snake. hahaha. I see why you and P.D hit it off so much. You write a lot a like kind of slam type poetry! Thanks for your comments. LUv Andrea
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Date: 9/19/2010 11:14:00 AM
oi! NathaN, how lovely can one say you are crazy and twisting the world around. ~~ONE EGG AT A TIME ONE EGG AT A TIME~~ Now how am I suppose to eat them eggs if U R feeding off of them alone. U R 2 greedy to share picking off the innocence of the meaning of life. Enjoyed stopping by to say hi while reading your poetry, have yourself a wonderful day full of love & joy. Keep them smiles coming*luv ~SKAT
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Date: 9/12/2010 7:38:00 AM
Wow ..all caps.. what a message u wanted to send my BBF Nate... I saw the picture yesterday on Soup and now put the pieces together luv.. your expressions are powerful luv.. enjoyed this happy Sunday... with luv..
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Date: 9/12/2010 5:54:00 AM
Bravo!!! what a unique write , a pleasure to read.....Michael
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Date: 9/12/2010 3:36:00 AM
(CONTONUED)I did enjoy your long wiggle thru the grass. Did you know snakes where know to eat dino,eggs. Your poem has me at my toes with eerie feelings my love. Later,..xoxoxooxoxoox,..all for you,..Me
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Date: 9/12/2010 3:33:00 AM
Wow! Gees! I don't think all things taste good. I imagine eggs are very tasteless, unless you cook them in frying pans with SPAM mm mm mm. My sweet love. Your poem is to slithery,,LOL, It's funny how you said flaw. I don't think eggs have flaws,LOL,only if the mother lays them in the wrong place. Oh wait! Their is that chance,you'll eat one over exposed, rotting in the inside,LOL, I have no idea what to say, but that you need xooxoxox. (CONTINUED)
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Date: 9/12/2010 1:59:00 AM
Interesting write!
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