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	Final Rest Poetry, that if you copy I will personally hunt you down and tear out your eternal soul.

	Black Snow
	Black Snow


Black Snow A tribute to Silent Hill This place is silent with a seriousness in the air swaying to and fro in its own endless existence. The residents of this town walk the streets holding no promise of undeniable hope; without a conscience, without a soul they'll walk this town alone. rabid monsters, demonic beasts, they plague this silent town, a hell resting on a hill. Once in a wile and innocent will come either unwillingly or unknowingly, we'll never know. for when they step inside our town willstart to lose it's lovely luster. Then, "it" comes, like an omen or a sign as the black snow begins to fall and the lights illuminate our welcome. A welcome to our own personal hell, an invitation to "Silent Hill." CamperCarl00 · Tue Dec 19, 2006 @ 01:21am · 0 Comments


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