Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The Passion Of Her Soul Comments

Rating: 5.0

The goats head looks up from the silver platter, covered in the soft leaves of grape plants
Dark stabbing forks enter, no tact withheld, stabbing, crucifying.
They feast on the soul of the beast, their mouths guilty,
The mind drifts, watching, looking upward, searing pain rips through the flesh.
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Thad Wilk 27 February 2008

Wow, This is deep and capturing, a great write W.G.! A pleasure to read indeed! *10*! Friend Thad

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