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Victim

Last night I had a most disturbing dream, One which had an insidious theme. I still felt its presence when I awoke, Feeling once more an odd lack of esteem. I dreamed I was lying beside a stream, Watching women of beauty supreme, Their long hair dark, their bodies creamy smooth, Bathing in the silver glow of moonbeams. Nothing in Dreamland is the way it seems, So I suspected some evil scheme - Possibly a smouldering rivalry Would drive one woman to tragic extremes. As I was watching, I heard someone scream, Near me a voice began to blaspheme, And I felt a knife plunge into my heart, For I was slain by the Isis regime.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/10/2019 4:05:00 PM
damn that sounds horrific, to be honest we are being slain by our governments under our noses, so its a living nightmare...
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Beth Evans
Date: 11/11/2019 3:18:00 AM
Thanks, Silent, I reckon one has to be an idiot to NOT be depressed these days!