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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #472 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Sorrow" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Kreid !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 2/3/99 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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Once upon a time, there was a flower. The flower's name was
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Sorrow.
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Nobody understood the flower. Sorrow was alone, in a cold, dark
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world.
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"No one will ever understand the pain I feel deep within my cold,
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black heart," said the flower to herself. No one was listening. No one
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heard her lament.
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She cried. The rain fell down. The rain was cold, much like the
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cold, uncaring hearts of all the flowers that surrounded her. They had
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all turned away from her long ago.
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Night fell. Sorrow liked the night, but she was unable to smile,
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for her blood ran cold with despair.
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In the night, no one could see Sorrow. Sorrow lay on the ground
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and held her sharp, loving blade against her flesh. No one saw. Alive
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or dead, no one cared about Sorrow.
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Sorrow was too distraught to end her life tonight. She took the
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blade away from her green flesh and shed a tear. The tear fell to the
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cold, cold ground.
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #472, WRITTEN BY: KREID - 2/3/99 !!
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