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Posted: 2/27/2005 9:41:11 PM | Welcome MsErotic!
Reaper
I am the Reaper, the harvester of the soul,
I rip them out of your body, and swallow them whole.
I live for misery and pain, my calling card,
When I take your soul, and body discard.
I’m known by another name, the Shadow of Death,
There waiting for you, when you take your last breath.
In pestilence and war, I reign supreme,
Putting in overtime, as people die and scream.
People try to cheat me, silly fools they be,
But in the end I win, there’s no escape from me.
I am the master, skillful in my trade,
Reaping what was sown, in one swipe of my blade.
I will always be, from me you can’t run,
I will be there, when your hearts beating is done.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/1/2005 8:57:37 PM | Paranoia IS perfect awareness! | |
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Posted: 3/1/2005 10:25:53 PM | "Old Earth"
Old earth, centuries uncounted
solid rock, stone and dirt
discoveries, still unacounted
magma filled, heat and fire
filled, way down deep
center core, nothing more
than, lava flowing
steep
but, what say you
if earth, we knew
was hollow, in the middle
some say, its true
but, only a theory
to me and you
how would, life
change, later
for us all, here
upon it
would we be, amazed
or surprised
will we try to fly
or float on by
trying to find
the opening, too discoveries
for, our own eyes
well, till this day arrises
there will be, no surprises
for hollow earth, may myth be
for the rest, of us you see
either way, earth is earth
our mother land, in the sea of stars
who allow us, to live upon her
so take heed, don't pollute the sea's
or any, of the land
around it
for one day, we might recieve
eviction, notices
you and me
to move, far from it
-G | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 6:53:36 PM | Werewolf
With its eyes narrowed and nostrils flared,
It lifted its head to take in the scent,
Across the road, into windows it stared,
Then quietly across the road, it went.
It was covered with fur,
From its head to its paws,
Of the color white, so pure,
And had large teeth in its jaws.
Like a wolf it was,
But stood like a man,
Hands with sharp claws,
Quickly it ran.
Its need for food had driven it here,
Hunger making its stomach growl,
It, for man, had no known fear,
So it continued its deathly prowl.
It came upon a dog on a chain,
Without hesitation, it did attack,
The dog made a short yelp of pain,
As it became the creatures little snack.
A woman came out the door,
She had heard her dog cry,
Not satisfied, he wanted more,
So now it was her turn to die.
From groin to sternum she was split,
From one thrust of its claws,
Into her warm body it bit,
With its powerful vise-like jaws.
She hadn’t time to scream,
His attack was so quick,
On the ground her blood steamed,
So warm, red, and thick.
Her corpse, it did ravage,
Stripping flesh from its bone,
A feeding frenzy so savage,
From a beast as cold as stone.
It howled, with its head lifted high,
Its meal was over and done,
With a full moon still in the sky,
Off into the shadows, it did run.
The crackling of brush faded away,
Peace once more, came to the neighborhood,
But the remnants on the ground, still lay,
The werewolf gone, but not for good.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 8:08:08 PM | Hell
The lake of fire, burning red and so hot,
The d*mned scream in anguish and pain,
Souls tortured and twisted as if into knots,
Down, the brimestone, falls like rain.
Tormented souls languish in the fire,
Your worst fears, there you will find,
Paying for their evil and earthly desires,
A scene far too incomprehensible, for the mind.
Death, they thought, was the end,
But it’s only the beginning,
Into Hell, they did descend,
And pay for all their sinning.
With that, the mind does wonder,
If living, after all, was really a gift,
And leaves you to think and ponder,
If for your mistakes, in the lake of fire you’ll drift.
It seems, for death, you have a choice too,
The choice is made while you are living,
It is all up to you and only you,
The reward, the Lord, to you, will be giving.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 9:10:39 PM | "Vampire's Bite"
He comes, in the night
thirsty, to fiest
invited in, he must be
to come back, later you see
for virgins, untouched and pure
blood runs warm, easy and secure
not infected, by any manner or means
for the blood and her soul
he means, to decieve
in thru open window, moonlit night
this evil prince, will take
this virgin, tonight
making his way, to her side
she remains, very still
as though, anticipating
wishful, domination
in dreams or nightmarish reality
she lays, her head back
making, ample way
for bite, he will lay
with his thirst, she will pay
with quick bite, so fierce
the undead, she will soon be
having no wanting, for life
giving her soul, to one
on this, night
back into the dark, he goes
thru open window, with hanging curtins
that wind, blows
before the moon, sets
and the sun, is in sight
he must return, back
to his crypt, before sunlight
coffin laid, soil within
centuries old, place he sleeps in
no one the wiser, for secrets
he, does keep
for tomorrow, night
this one, will creep
-G | |
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Posted: 3/3/2005 7:27:25 PM | It
It dwells in the nightmares of children,
Brought into existence from fables and tales.
There it waits from the real world, hidden,
And there during the night, the mind, it assails.
A black shadowy figure, so large as to block out all light,
Thunderously, it moves about in their dreams.
It torments the children and makes them dread the night,
And anything that is good at all, the creature blasphemes.
But it has learned a way to enter our world,
Through the mind of a child, a doorway,
The fine line between reality and dream now unfurled,
The nightmare, once a prison, now a pathway.
Into our realm it comes, wreaking havoc,
Freedom to unleash its horror, without restraint,
No one knowing that out of dreams it had snuck,
And that our sense of reality, it would forever taint.
Its existence defies all sense and sensibility,
And all that have faced it, are no more,
No matter what their age or their ability,
Apart and thrown about, their bodies, it tore.
Its never been caught, someone else always blamed,
For no one really believes in folklore,
It commits horrendous acts, some of them famed,
And will continue to do them and more.
It’s still out there, somewhere,
Maybe in the nightmare of a child near you,
And it again, will rip and tear,
And the act will be blamed on you.
But worse yet, it could come after you,
And you would know the true meaning of fear,
And apart, your body on the ground, strew,
As your flesh from its bone, it would shear.
Sleep tight!
~Kobold~ | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/6/2005 4:43:20 PM | "Religious Treat"
Religious, treat
traveling, great distance
to meet
group of men, i never knew then
fanaticism, cultism
inspired by group, mentality
moved forward, too belief
thru each others, grief
Innocent enough, at outside view
but the inbetween's, shout out
the real, truths
painful discoveries, in one and all
willing too share, by clearing the air
due too, dispair
for men and people, alike
are not, perfect you see
flaws make us human
this means, you and me
blindly led, thru one another
where it begins, has no matter
at first glance, normality for all to see
but in the dead of night
cult ways, change the play to be
for truth's, i did try too find
none existent, only in others minds
chanting and preaching, one and all
begging and pleading
for God, to fill them all
belief, isn't proving
for god, does know
he see's in our hearts
so there's, no need to show
belief in god, shouldn't cause pain
for love is he, so no need to refrain
just action, of belief you see
is all that is needed
fanaticism, is for the unsure and insecure
for those, who are desperate for healing
lost lambs, seeking guidence
but first, must seek sight
in order, to be guided
if lambs, cannot see
they trip over, you and me
trying to get, from here to there
following footsteps, that very few dare
relious styles can help or inflict
but most tend to think
fanaticism, does the trick
the harder, you believe
can sometimes, decieve
for pressure nor pain
brings us closer, to the great domain
individual, perceptions of love and life
can bring about, less strife
but, we're all different, you see
that's, what makes us perfect
the individuality, that be
-G | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/7/2005 12:55:33 AM | Not supposed to ryme...
"Souls Punishment"
Everytimes, we suffer
whether, punishing blows
or, conscious hits to the mind
our souls, suffer a little bit too
whenever, we recieve malicious acts
towards, our person
our souls, recede a little deeper
as years, go on
and baggage, accumulates
our souls, are burdened
with heavy chains, that bind them down
as sickness or afflictions, attack our bodies
our souls, try to hold up, in poor health
our souls, grow a bit weaker
everytime, the flesh is pounded by others
even when others, are never around
our minds, are still crippled by pass pains
which leads to our soul, becoming a bit dimmer
from the healthy glow, they once had
at first, birth
-G | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 10:29:51 AM | | Phoenixx, good job man. Pleasure having you post here. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 10:52:51 AM | | Thank you...!!! For having, me... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 10:58:58 AM | "Missed Opportunities"
Opportunities come along in life
some take them, others don't
they live thier lives, learning
and thinking, they know more
only knowing less, in the process
as time, dwindles to the end
wanting to believe that
better things, are in the horizon for them
only to find that, the greener grass
is nowhere, insight
people make false, promises
only to go back, on their word
before, even beginning
too honor, what they say
such people, are lost souls
for the suffering, dwells
deeper, than they ever know
living life, with strife
asking the daily question, why?
but never thinking
to look, deep within themselves
for answers, which lye
they even look, towards religion
looking to be saved
and even the sacred, they don't obey
for how can they, with a damaged soul at bay
never finding, what they want
seeking, to dishonor
with not a clue, about themselves
only looking for answers, in others
lying and cheating, thru their teeth
thinking, they are never found
but the truth, is alway
in, skin deep
such people, never find happiness
for they, only live life
thru mindless, games
they play
till one day, the game
plays them, i say
-G | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 6:19:56 PM | Killer
On the streets and alleyways, My prey I stalk,
I look normal, like the boy next door.
From my hiding place, I watch them as they walk,
My need and desire, building more and more.
I have to wait, for the right time and place,
Somewhere dark, when they are alone.
There they will disappear, without a trace,
My dark deed, then it’ll be sown.
With my urges I have no desire, with them to fight,
After all it’s what I crave, what I need.
I keep them hidden during the day, out of sight,
Except for my victims, on which I prey and feed.
I am the one, the one you’ll least expect,
Even as you feel the sting of my blade.
Only then will you learn proper respect,
And that of me, to be very afraid.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 8:46:45 PM | Darkness
Darkness is mine,
The here and thereafter.
Shadowed for all time,
Like my winged creatures in thier rafters.
The moon in full bloom,
The crisp smell of decay,
Death does here loom,
Waiting for it's day.
All I see here in the dark,
Is my domain, my lair.
The tombstones do mark,
Our inevitability, so beware.
I never want to be the person I once was,
Powerless and full of fear.
I embrace the darkness now because,
It is now, I, whom they fear.
Dead as I may be,
There still might be some light.
This you'll have to accept of me,
Because for me, it feels so right
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 1:45:05 AM | Just dropping by for a quick little Visit
This place Grows on you
Maybe its time for me to come.... And spread with you some cheer
Perhaps I'll leave you Happy thoughts... Or will I bring you FEAR
Will you let me come..... and OOZE into your mind
I Thirst for your emotions.... I'm the Feeding kind
I'm Drooling as I'm writing this... I Know what you will Feel
I Hunger for Emotion.... It helps to keep me Real
When you're feeling Happiness... There's a Tiny tingle there
But if you want to give me Life..... Please just feed me FEAR
Feed me your Disgust......Your Greed and Lust and Hate
Feed me Anything..... I'll Wallow here and Wait
Don't make me come and Hunt you... You would not wish for that
Just Feed me and Amuse me…. I’ll be a Happy Cat
I Love the Taste of Trouble,… that lingers in this World
Feed me War and Pestilence, and Heartbroken girls
I know I’m growing Stronger… Stronger Every day
For I’m inside each one of You…. It’s here that I will STAY
SWEET DREAMS Everyone | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/8/2005 10:11:23 AM | "Truths, or Half Truths"
Tuths... or half truths
people say, thier friends
sending e-mails, too no end
then all at once, acting different
never communicating, again
for they see, thier inbox
hmmmm....? strange
they don't, see me?
analytical mind, i have
i find a strangeness, too that plan
for false friends, that be?
or simply evil... i see?
i'll know the truth, soon enough
about issues, on who too trust
for these things, come simple for me
wit, too half-wits
what's hard for them, no challenge for myself
it's been this way, many... many years
intuition, i guess
or awareness, at best
for the spiritually analytical, in life
can break down, problems they see
bringing them down, to purity
descarding, the crap in the process
what may blind, another
i can, ultimately see
i use techniques, learned over time
too break down, sublime issues that be
human emotions are plain and simple
too one, such as me
born a psychologist, but spiritual by nature
i guess, gifted in seeing others souls
whether, their dirty, bold or cold
have had this gift, for quite sometime
placing it aside, for sake
of people's, doubt
only too discover, many issues
lye, beneath their covers
bringing me back, to my minds-eye
reminding me, for what i see
believing myself and not another
the truth be, they can hold no secret from me
although, some things are hard too see
soon or later, they seek me
for inner souls, are connected
the outer flesh, tries deceptions
but souls show me, the truths that be
some dim and almost without light
while, never putting up a fight
while others, such as mine
still, shine bright
intermingle, on this plain
while, kept in vessels
made of flesh and pain
communicating, with each other's... soul within
hoping to give notice, to opposite vessels, they ride in
too steer, each other
out of harms way
acting as each other, eye's
too prevent, strife
from happening, in each others lives
for pain, enough
the flesh, does give them
thier own
hoping to be seen, thru flesh and bone
their souls, cry out
hoping, to be known
but in time...
the flesh, grows old and tired
rotting a bit, day by day
by it's own, bitter desires
and glutinous ways, of acting
and for most... beaten and weakened
by life's command, seeking solice
in others, hands
when flesh dies, their dimly lit souls
limp up and out, too fly
too, celesterial plains
that flesh eye's, does not see
hoping and waiting, to come back
later, to this world
we be
-G | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/8/2005 1:30:52 PM | "Higher Powers"
I learned to day
that higher powers, are at play
for those who, place faith
pure and simple
in those, who hold grace
for beauty, is skin deep
so that, like one's
as in, you and me
can be, absolutely free
from others, who try
too, disgrace us
for something else
is now here, for sure
standing by my side
and watching, over me
clearing my heart
of misery and pain
shielding me, from evil rain
that exist, in abundance
around me
making it, easy
too seek out, the good
while the bad, settles below me
ahhhh... faith, a wonderful thing
for it keeps, malicious hurtful people
in their, place
ulimately, ripping at each other
trying to survive
while people, who believe
being protected, from their lies
like the lake of fire
we've heard, much about
they struggle in hopes
that, they will not burn and drown
pulling and pushing, each other down
saving themselves, while others frown
for they find themselve
in the here and now
but later, things may change
if they don't allow, themselve to be found
foregiveness, gives light to consciouness
a simple thought, an honest word
can change, things abundantly around
for yourself and others abound
i now know this, to be true
hopefully, it will also
be revealed to you
its process, many come to know
whether now or later, down below
i wouldn't have dared, believe it be true
but the wake up call, i got
would have woke, the dead
too stand up and hear it too
for life, is a mystery
still, unknown to many
but answers can be found
for those, who wish persue it
all things, cannot be tangible you see
for blind faith, in something good
can answer, some of life's
mysteries
many times, thinking
can this, be actually
happening to me
now waiting to see
what next, life throw at me
meeting it, head on
toe too toe, cheek too cheek
something, no meek can meet
for guarded i am, on this day
with faith, as my shield
and my sword, still at play
honoring with pure heart
my words, still do say
i will live, love, learn, laugh and breath
for, another day
-G | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/8/2005 6:15:48 PM | Sorry, caught some mistakes... I guess that, i got way to invovled in this one...
for beauty, is skin deep
so that, like one's (should be like-one's, as in Alike)
as in, you and me
can be, absolutely free
from others, who try
too, disgrace us
By the way, guys... Great... Great... Writes... As always...  | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 7:11:20 PM | Wow.... I guess that, i'm on some kind of religous theme here... This one's sort of dark, with a light at the end of the tunnel...
Sort of, in a "Twilight Zone" kind of way...
"Online Angel"
I've sat, at my computer
night after night
some profiles, i've read
have given me, a fright
feeling lonely, thinking
how can i continue, to be
till one day, i saw this profile
it simply read in title,
"Talk to me my son tell me your sorrows. For i am here, listening till tomorrow"
I checked and looked
but items, seem to be incomplete
the person's gender and age
likes and dislikes
were all missing
from what, i see
imagine my surprise, no pic in sight
just a few, simple words
so, curiousity took it's bite
i wrote an e-mail, taking a chance
asking a simple question
funny i thought, at the time...
"Who's, on the other side", wrote me...
i waited, a moment and got a reply
it said...
"No need to worry? I'm the one, who keeps a close eye. And stands, by your side"
hmmmm...? crazy, i thought, at first glance
i didn't understand, what this one meant
before i could ask him... another reply
came thru, before my very eye's
and this one, read...
"I am one, who protects you from fire and ice. The one who stood at bedside, while you mother gave birth and cried"
"I follow you, like a shadow in the day, guiding you too better places and ways. Showing you things that, alone you would not see. If it wasn't, for me".
i said, to myself
it's three in the morning
hallucinations, must be a warning
to head for bed, i believe
then a third, reply i recieved
i opened it and it said, to me...
"No hallucinations, just a word for you... Keep the faith, good things are about to happen you'll see. For you are not alone, get that out of your mind. For devils lies, will cloud you mind and make you fail, before you see".
And with that, my a.o.l. went d.o.a
my connection, was severerd
i logged back on
went back to the site
i looked for the profile
that was now, nowhere in sight
but the words of encouragement
stuck with me, till now
for loneliness, is less of a stress
for me, somehow
the stranger on the otherside
could have, very well been from the "otherside"
giving me encouragement and a warning
to believe, in myself
and trust... for new life, i'll see
carrying me forward to happier times
i'll be
-G | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 10:27:21 PM | this isnt really a poem it wa writtem more as a rap or rhyme or whatever but it is the newest darkest thing ive written...
YO,Lyrically Im..surgicaly,
word grindin n bitin
Im verticly thought slicin n dicin.
prevoked proverbial icin.
on the cake of your devisin
im advisin u take my advice'n
find some thing better to do than rhymin.
But just like that verse your off time'n
always slipping and slidin
just get off your behind Man
listen up close this time an.
remove the veil from your mind and
finally see what is mine an yours,
theve been trick n treat'n my mind n yours
****in U.S. intercourse
takin sh*tback this time!, of course!
my niggas got my back and yours.
globalized commercilized rapist
have taken over our spaceship
pimped our ride into a slaveship
be quiet when you say shit
they'll shot us
and accuse us of gay shit
sprinkle crack on our corpses
then metemorphisis
and confuse us with the time slip
U c....
This is the men and the mice thing.
Thats caught you off guard while ya sleepin.
come up on you slowly str8 creepin...
you sudennly notice it beeping
then BOOM ya blown back till next weekend
Now pick up the pieces and wonder
how the hell did u ever come under
the power of Thor and the thunder
that shook u out.
pointed your weekness out,
I told you b4....yo peep this out
I swear to god as my witness
I'll personaly give you the business
side of these offenses
nothing left but memory
and developing conspiracy theory
bout u and the
bottom 'o'lake erie. | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/10/2005 10:11:12 PM | "Iron Man" (The Terminator T-800 Model 101)
Man, made of steel
iron clad, looks
grey metalic, shield
rusting, on a field
left there, from wars
in days, gone by
when he, was forged
from the best
and separated, from the rest
for missions, set forth
he would, command
walking over, crushed bones
with, machine gun in hand
with glowing, red eye's
that see, at night
digital readout, searching to find
human enemies, that run and hide
human caluaties, mankind
crushed, across the land
for, artificial intelligence
is here, to make it's stand
came online, forty years, gone by
big mistake, for the warring kind
set forth a plan, to protect
but suide, is all they find
for metalic men, ready to fight
turns, it's might
to less, intelligent life
survival, of the fittest... you see
whether humans, or man made machines
a new evolution, it seems
too take its place, in our times
a.i., sentient beings
thought represented, by chips
and minds, that cannot feel
just relentless, pursuit
and genocide, of human frailty
which now, begins to yield
fighting back, they do
with all their strength, flesh
and weapons, too
trying to stay alive
in many, of ways
keeping, man made, metal men
from, ruling the day
40 years later, now
the war, still ranges on
till one man, has a plan
too send, a man, who'll make a stand
too change times, crime
so humanity, can have it's
judement day, it's own way
too rectify, past mistakes
the kind, that only humans make
when war, is the prize
in their eye's
-G | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 6:52:36 PM | | Hey guys... Would love to read one, on Reese... | |
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| The Dark Side
Posted: 3/13/2005 6:42:02 PM | Best I have Phoenixx
Reese
A man obsessed,
In living hell raised,
Only want in a picture,
Into her eyes he’s gazed.
To survive was his purpose,
But now he’s on a mission,
To be sent by his son,
To undergo fission.
Sent back in time,
To battle a Terminator,
To protect a woman,
So he don’t annihilate her.
A woman he loves so much,
But never have they met,
Always longing for her touch,
But now the stage is set.
The battle rages on,
Between machine and man,
He won’t quit until it’s gone,
Doing the best he can.
In the end his life’s taken away,
But the terminator is gone too,
But together they knew love for a day,
He had found his love to be true.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/13/2005 6:49:31 PM | | Nice dude...!!! That was, great...!!! | |
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Posted: 3/13/2005 7:12:02 PM | Here's, a little strange one...
"What is being Sentient"
Sentient beings, are we
for we feel, pain
you see
we have notions and idea's, that be
knowing we exist, you and me
intelligence, tells us
we exist
is it feeling...? or movement...?
what can it be...?
is it, breathing or anger
any emotions, we now see?
how do we know, we are alive
is it our, experiences
the people we see and greet
while on life's, street
or, just simply seeing
the feelings, within our being
to know... without, giving notice to think?
simply reacting...?
fight or flight, as animals
as we are, way down deep
or is it, instinct?
which, guides us
through the mazes, life eternal
being sentient, is quite a question
one we will learn soon, when machines
deal with it, too
for artificial, intelligence
will ask, one day
some day, the say
-G | |
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