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Posted: 3/13/2005 9:43:10 PM | Once Upon A Nightmare
Once upon a nightmare,
Ripped in flesh and blood,
Wide open and laid bare,
In mire, murk, and mud.
Twisted reality stained,
A realm of impurity,
Souls cry out so pained,
Tormented with much ferocity.
Gluttonous and savage,
Feeding on the soul,
Sanity will it ravage,
And swallow it whole.
Spiraling downward,
Into the minds living hell,
Further on inward,
Farther than you can tell.
Psyche forever scarred,
Impaled with such torment,
Forever it has been marred,
By this nightly horrific event.
In sleep no rest is found,
Only visions of blood and gore,
Visions that are so profound,
You don’t want to sleep anymore.
But close your eyes you must,
Into the twisted and unholy world,
And in faith you place your trust,
You’ll survive the nightmares unfurled.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/14/2005 2:58:41 PM | Madness
Madness lurks behind every corner, and with it despair,
It’s a daily occurrence for me, so I have to be aware.
Wrought with temptation, my mind in a tailspin,
I try it fight it, try so hard not to give in.
But I have my moments of weakness, and sometimes do give in,
And do unspeakable things, even an unforgivable sin.
Sanity seems a fragile thing, it doesn’t take much to break,
Twisting, bending, and never ending, now my head starts to ache.
I am cursed, and now my destiny it will unfold,
No longer my sanity, will I have a hold.
The descent now begins, and somehow I feel free,
Maybe I was never sane, maybe that’s the real me.
In blackness I disappear, and who I was with it,
My sanity fading away slowly, bit by, bit, by bit.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/14/2005 4:29:40 PM | swamp monsters
night creatures
howling serpants
faceless features
forgotten
begotten
downtrodden
by the rotten
shiny blind eyes
materialize
fantasize
lying alibis
hide from none
not even sun
shameless freaks
stampede the meek
mirror "look at me"
doth beauty you see?
but not for free
there is a fee
fear now- because
the "was not".. was
the lies played tricks
like magic candlewicks
shy from the slither?
fear that which withers?
respect none other?
than a ripe young lover?
seasoning the reasoning
begin to tempt the temptest
the darkness hides in fear
of sunless yesteryear | |
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Posted: 3/14/2005 4:31:44 PM | I like it in here~ souls shine brightly in a room with a black light... | |
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Posted: 3/14/2005 4:54:17 PM | | Yes they do Neo! Thanks for posting that lovley poem, with its lovley dark visions. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2005 4:55:27 PM | | Frick, frack-that is LOVELY, grrrr, hate me typos-lol | |
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Posted: 3/15/2005 9:59:45 AM | The Beast Within
I feel the beast within me, as it begins to swell,
It has come forth to conquer, straight out of hell.
No mercy for any, it will ravage the land,
Mutilate and kill, any against him that stand.
So into the hunt it goes, and I have no control,
Killing without regard, raising the death toll.
No rhyme or reason, as to what is its prey,
It kills during the night, and even during the day.
An onslaught of murder, I don’t know how to stop,
It feeds on the blood of its victims, drains them of every drop.
Not until the sting of a bullet, and with it the pain
Does the terror finally end, for I am now slain.
The beast now descends, from hell whence it came,
And drags me down with it, my punishment the same.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/15/2005 11:11:45 AM | Could have been, a bit better...
"Childs, Bedtime Panic"
Late at night, shadows play
against the walls, of my room
thinking, they have lives
awaken, late at night
while, we all are waiting sleep
thats, escapes us
from much, fright
makes me think, why do they taunt us, so
making us scared, for fright be
monsters in closets
or creatures, beneath beds
that, seek to scare us
in the middle of the night
that, be
our imaginations, play as they will
for shadow, merely that...
only, they are
closet monsters, waiting to get me
when all is really, eyes and minds
trickery, that be
but, still unsure about the creatures
beneath me, i feel waiting there still
too, fall asleep
too, jump up and scare me
finally exhaustion, takes me over
falling asleep, into listless slumber
only to awaken, the next day
no scratches nor claw marks
are found, abound
waiting for night too arrive, once more
sleeping, while trying to survive
with monsters, insight again
ready, for another night of fright
-G | |
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Posted: 3/15/2005 12:13:01 PM | "Off the Beaten Path"
Hiking with others, on a bright sunny day
in forest deep, atuned with nature
i seek
took a wrong turn
and fell off, paths trail
i walked, upon
only to find, my guides gone
stepping on soft surface, below my feet
slipping, then falling in deep
sandy, texture surrounds me
still no clue, for shock of falling
befounded, me
suddenly, realizing...!!!
quicksand, sinking me...!!!
slipping under, scared to be true
not knowing, what to do...?
panic, takes over
feeling, sand grow colder
as slowly, it swallow me
whole and alive, with no one
too set me, free
i gather my thoughts, looking around
for branches or bushes, abound
anything, to let myself go
from the, worst of deaths
for if i sink, my body... me...!
never to be found, by anyone around
i stuggle a bit, lower... i do slip
yelling, to no avail
for thick trees and brush, acts like a vail
the sun, is beginning to set
night, is happening
trying not too, get upset
a cool head, will save me here
think, i must... think, i must
before, my end is near
suddenly, i remeber my belt
i work it free, from myself
using as a hook, for branches
that lay dead, over pit
that wants, me dead
flinging it, i do
over and over, too survive
this night, it's true
finally hooked, as i sweat beads from my face
hoping too set, myself free
grappling hook, extension to my life
please, i pray
don't let go or break free
for i want, to get out and flee
i pull, ever so slightly
a tug and a time
making sure, it holds, one's weight
of a man, who's trapped
in a giant, mud pie
pulling myself, to freedom be
for no one, would ever
have, found me
it would have been, a freshly dug grave
in natures, off paths
for those, who do not see
finally, working my way to terra forma hard
breathing a sye of relief
knowing, i wasn't harmed
thinking, in minds thought
how lucky, i be
it will be, a very long time
before i go, hiking
-G | |
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Posted: 3/15/2005 12:34:01 PM | Wow; gorgeous images folks!!
I have some as well; but will take a long long time until I post them.
The mood must be right.
To unleash these poems....
unleashes, as well, thier kharma.
This you know.
In have a few poems about a guy I used to hang with at night in Toronto.
Lonely sort.
Always working.
poor fella relagated to a tight roll.
His name's death. ;)
I know him too very well.
But that's another story for some other night. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 8:53:22 PM | The Lonely Ghost
I am here, in the realm between life and death,
The place where I have existed, since my last breath.
I cannot rest, my search not yet done,
And even though dead, death has not won.
I rise every night, to search out and query,
To find the answer, but my soul grows weary.
Time is endless, I lose track of the years,
My never ending search, with so many tears.
The pain of being alone, for no one sees me,
Except for a few, but in fear they flee.
Where is love, I never found it when I was alive,
Something everyone needs, and for it they do strive.
I keep searching, but don’t really know what I’m looking for,
And my pain keeps growing, as time passes more and more.
I feel so alone, as I walk about each night,
Mourning and wailing, until the mornings first light.
My search for love, how it feels so much to be in vain,
Seemingly doomed for all eternity, to exist in such pain.
But search I will, across the expanse of nights endless sea,
Until I find the love I need, to finally set my soul free.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 8:34:29 AM | lost my wings
the most imporant of things
now mean and dissolute
immoral and harmful they say
they will be sorry for taking my wings away
i shall creep into the night
doing what i can to help the fight
to reveal the evil within
rising above in the nights air
i smell fear everywhere
i will creep into the darkest of corners
where the shields are high on each border
of the heart
before what is known
before they can be told
i take over their souls
my new home unfolds
inside where the fear hides
crying of pain and despair
i show them not to care
they become mean and withdrawn
i become their spawn
the germ the fungi
the best of what i am - no lie
helping them to seek fear
to roll in it like a mangy dog
underneath their chest becomes a fog
no way for any to get thru
no eyes of morning dew
no freshness or purity
just good ole' fear
hah ! i will persevere
taking their crying and their sorrow
to a new level that they will borrow
from each and everyone that stick
to the hearts that feel like a ton of bricks
the world will be in a shock
to see a flock
of unfaithful
fearful
people
in their world
====ummm not all that dark - but wanted to share
Z~Spirited Wolf | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 9:46:10 AM | | And thank you for doing so Spirited Wolf. | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 10:25:40 AM | thanks Kobold
nice house you have built  | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 12:00:26 PM | Hey... Great writes, you too...!!!
"One way Trip"
An astronaught, i am
single minded, with plan
to travel, round the earth... in a day
later, to come back down
i hope, and do pray
strapped in so tight, not to float away
as others, might...?
controls, all in hand
computers, thinking... much faster
than i can
the count down, starts
from ten, on to one
like a chinese, fire rocket
in my flaming candle... i lift off
up and beyond
breaking thru, from innerspace
too outer space, for stars to greet
and see... how small, we truly are
from heavens gate, that i meet
circle once, twice... and come down, again
on waiting ocean, too meet others
to lend, a hand
historic moments, that be
often, go down in history
but things go wrong... like badly, written songs
a catastophe, there seems to be
what is there... to become, of me?
message sent, to deaf ears below
control panel, sparks and fires
my S.O.S... nowhere to be found
by now, you must know?
while i float, up above the earths crust
spinning and topling, i take stock
i must... i must...!
meeting heaven, half-way... it's true
for a floating soul, is on the way to you
making amends... for all thats transpired
before this moment, iv'e aquired
to seek my maker, before i expire
while in tin can... i float, against my desire
-G | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 4:44:29 PM | thanks Phoenix
--from my side to the Dark Side I add one of my own...
Death Before Dawn
in the still of the night
the wolves howl is whispered thru the trees
the night is cold and the owl hoots
makes me shiver right down to my boots
fear envelopes my every emotion
as the dark of the night takes over
thru the trees there are visions of things
that fly forward on large wings
dare i run away from what is to come
is it better to stand and not run
or burrow underneath the undergrowth
and await the sun
my blood runs cold during this emotional race
sweat trickles down my face
the wings are loud and not far away
fear is closer and i began to sway
before i had the chance to further my thought
i am betrayed by emotions and caught
grabbed and dragged
illusions of being free
were instantly taken away from me
heartbeat in my throat
tight as that lasso rope
dared i struggled
and felt a welp
against my skin so deep
my ears picked up other sounds
not those of my dying
laying on this ground
but of large wings
in the flight
of the night
just as my last breath i took
the darkness bequeathed me one last look
upon the face of a night hawk
sleek and dark
a vision no longer to be seen
of those large vast wings
as my eyes closed before the earth
as if an instant rebirth
i felt the wind upon my face
and a whisper of a prayer of grace
slowly my heart beat died away
in the darkness of that cold day | |
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Msg: 117 | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 6:27:15 PM | Coral Reef
I lie here in the Shallows…. Just beyond the reef
A place of Awe and Wonder…. A place beyond vbelief
I’ll try to paint a picture of, what you would observe
But some things are quite difficult to paint with only words
It’s a place where fish like Butterflies are moving with the tide
Place of microcosms and the Coral where they hide
Reef itself is painted by some unseen artists hand
Vibrant… Bursting full of life….. Never seen on land
Glowing in the sunset, as the polyps now emerge
Do all kinds of polyp things before they then disperse
As the darkness settles, in the fish begin to move
Some in quiet and solitude,,,, Others are in schools
Squid are darting everywhere… Jetting to and fro
Moving restlessly about……Hunting as they go
Colours, endless colours, as the fish show off their wares
Some are showing pleasure…. Others feeding here
Lobster’s in the open…. He must be feeling brave
Normally all you can see, is feelers in a cave
Now and the a grouper ambles through the night
Ignoring everything, as though he has the right
So now you have a picture of the beauty of the reef
It’s time for us to now discuss, a paltry thing like me
You wouldn’t call me Predator…. That I’ll never be
I am just a product of man’s insanity
A rusting drum of Toxic Waste,,, dumped by those on shore
When I burst,,,,
………You’ll Never see
……………..the Reef Alive once more
How Dark is it when Fact is scarier than what we can Imagine
Recent Court Case
Multinational Company Fined $12,500 for trying to dump 20 x 44gallon drums of Concentrated Organo-Phosphates
ONE DRUM would kill every living creature in any one of the Great lakes
What are we doing???? | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 6:54:16 PM | Not enough, obviously! Thanks for posting it Longte.
Kinda dry on poems this week. Here's an excerpt of something I'm writing.
Hunger
It was when Frank was passing one, that he heard a noise. Like a shutter flapping in the wind, it startled him. And he stopped dead in his tracks, trying to discern its direction. Then there was a huge crash! And Frank knew then it came from the mausoleum. Then he saw the heavy bronze door buckle outward with the next crash. He was frozen in fear, not knowing what to do. Then with another crash, the door blew outward. And before he could do anything, he felt a tremendous gust of putrefied air, nearly knocking him over. But he soon realized it was more than air, as he felt himself lifted up. And with some unseen force, he heard his ribs crack. And the last thing his eyes saw, was a fountain of his blood spewing into the air. His still floating, crushed body suddenly just dropped to the ground, like a pile of dirty clothes. And the snow turned red as his blood flowed.
Frank's crushed body convulsed, and exploded little bits of flesh. Bones cracked as they were ripped away from his body and tossed aside. All his soft tissue seemed to be being ripped, shredded then consumed by nothingness. All the while you could hear the very distinctive sounds of a frenzied feast. Heavy breathing and chewing only disturbed by the frequent gulping. Which was followed by, what could only be called, a groan of pleasure. And then, one by one, the individual bones rose into air. A grating noise broke the silence of the night as each bone turned, with little splinters of bone that flew as the flesh ripped away. Then once all were stripped, the skull rose into the air as simultaneously its back broke away. And with a heavy slurp, its contents were gone. With the skull dropping to the ground, there was a nightmarish wail. With a sudden rush of air, the trees adjacent to the cemetery snapped over. And you could hear limbs cracking and trees falling to the ground. The sound more distant with each crack. Once again silence fell back onto the grim scene, all that was left was scattered bones and blood soaked shreds of clothing amongst the red melting snow.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 7:49:41 PM | "The Seven Deadly Sins"
The seven deadly sins, we must avoid
to reach, higher plains in enlightment
and joy
too avoid... the souls, demise
for spiritual suicide, is on the rise
in many and inbetween
Pride...
is one... which, cannot be
for excessive... recognitions, in ones own abilities
not giving thanks, to the spiritual side... in you and me
will surely open... doors, for six more
while having it, come between
us and higher powers, we cannot see
Envy...
has no place, in the human race
jealousy of others status... abilities... situations or traits
betraying one's own, grace
when the time, as come
for those... too take, thier place
Gluttony...
when is enough... enough?
for uncontrollable wants... making us think, we must!
to have it all...! a chain and ball...?
making our souls, that much heavier still
sink us down, into the ground
and never, reaching grace
Lust...
too quench... desires, of the flesh
or lay eyes, on anothers bride
perverse... in all, earthly ways
that deal with, the body's pleasure
in mostly, the unnatural... it would be praised
making one's soul, corrupt... in end days
Anger...
to hate... instead of love
to opt for war or even the score
too advance, thru life... with hate and strife
never knowing joys, only seeking to destroy!
Greed...
too have all... that you can
forgetting, the spiritual... within the plan
do the intangables, outweigh... your souls, outcome?
or do you seek... to take it whole, into the hole
when the time, comes
Sloth...
no work, for one who allows... life to pass them on
no challenges met... too just, hang-on
or faith believed, but never practiced
just listening, while other do
you only sitting, till they are thru
these are, the seven deadly sins
our daily lives... tend to spin, in webs
we still... do not, comprehend
for chances be, we've all seen
the world, in this chaotic state
living bold, forgetting scriptures old
and living only... for the time, being
with what, we all have... on our plates
-G | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 5:48:20 PM | Crushed
Like somebody’s standing on my chest,
I am finding it hard to breathe,
At breaking point, I must attest,
My thoughts now begin to seethe.
It is all falling apart,
The walls of sanity crumbling,
And now begins the start,
Of the fall that is so humbling.
Pile upon pile,
Heaved on to my soul,
With frequency and guile,
It begins to take its toll.
No one can help me,
I am on my own,
Left to my misery,
The outcome unknown.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 6:07:02 PM | Well I think this might be the first post for me here...if so I am sorry...but then again I wasn't writing to much dark stuf...lol
I wrote this for a contest so if you have read it there sorry,
Death opened the door and it cracked
The morning sun rose the air was crisp and clean
Pondering the thoughts in my head about what I had just seen
It was late last afternoon walking home in the park
Hoping to get past the forest before the sky turned dark
Walking at a brisk pace focusing on the road ahead
Not noticing the darkness fall or the fresh gravel bed
Stumbling onto my knees hurting from the fall
Shaking with sudden fear as the wolves began to howl
Their shattering cries awakened the night
Making me cower and shake from fright
Struggling to get up Eyes pierced the dark
Holding my gaze intensely a voice began to talk
You’re in my world now the dark has pulled you in
Don’t try to fight my child there is no way you can win
Feeling my chest tighten the darkness closed around me
Longing fighting with all my strength for the light to see
Hands clawing at my face pulling me into the night
Whispering words of surrender saying things shall be all right
My strength is wavering I can’t hold on much more
Death is calling me to come to the open door
Pulling me closer, dragging me in Death opened the door and it cracked
A sharp howl echoed the night a sign that this soul he would lack
The voice from the night spoke this time you are saved from hell
But watch your back sweet child you will be mine only time will tell....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 9:17:12 PM | Its Me again
Just dropping in to spread a bit of JOY and HAPPINESS[for me anyway]
Good to The Last Drop and Sweetened
In silence here I wait…… Anticipation peaking
Now it is MY time…. Not a time for speaking
Waiting for the footsteps to echo down the hall
On the parquet floor, ‘til you open up the door
Knowing for a fact, that it will come to pass
For you treat every day, exactly like the last
At 7.22, or a minute either way
You leave to go out jogging… Happens every day
Long I’ve made my plans…. Forever I have waited
Tonight we’ll be together…. This is surely fated
You and I as one,,,,, As only Two can be
United in our Needing…. As One in ecstasy
Knowing that you Will be Mine, Impatiently I wait
Feeling in my wretched heart, that you will not be late
Anticipation coursing, as I hear a noise inside
Adrenalin Exploding,,,, All Senses opened wide
Muted footsteps Hammer,,, Deep into my mind
Now I hear you coming….. Soon you will be mine
Every….. Single….. Footstep, seems to last a day
Coming to me now……. Coming here to play
The Clatter as your deadlocks, released now one by one
The Screaming Joy I feel inside….. Knowing it’s now done
The Door Knob starts to turn……I Taste your every move
Only moments now…. ‘til my Love for you is Proved
See the growing shaft of light, as the door is opened wide
See the Panic in your eyes…. as I slip inside
Good to see you Know…. Just what will happen here
Good to the last drop and Sweetened by your Fear
Oh well
I suppose a Dinner Date is out of the question now??????? | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 5:16:23 PM | LOL-Excellent Longte!!!! I'm sure you'll get the same response as I got from "Twisted", posted here awhile ago.
The Brethren
They have been around for thousands years,
Watching us as we progress by leaps and bounds,
Feeding and thriving off our inner most fears,
Their existence, to the intellectual, confounds.
Living beneath the ground out of sight,
In a labyrinth of tunnels running deep,
They for most part only come out at night,
To invade and steal away our dreams as we sleep.
They feed off the rotting tissue of our buried dead,
But once preferred immensely the taste of the living,
As our technology advanced further and further ahead,
Fear of eventual discovery lent to their misgivings.
They wait for the time man will misuse his power,
And in his arrogance lays waste to what we’ve come to know,
When this will happen, no one knows of the minute or the hour,
But when it eventually does happen, they’ll be ready to go.
In the darkness they will no longer hide,
On rotting flesh they’ll no longer feast,
As they rise up without haste worldwide,
From their fear they’ve finally been released.
On the living the Brethren will take hold,
Their hunger seemingly unquenchable,
As you stare into their eyes, black and cold,
And realize that now they are unstoppable.
They’ll wreak havoc upon mankind,
Unleashed in a feeding frenzy so fierce,
Your flesh and bone in their jaws they’ll grind,
The heart of man and his fear, they’ll pierce.
But it doesn’t need be this way,
If, from his arrogance, man turned,
But if it doesn’t happen soon someday,
We’re all going to eventually get burned.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 4/20/2005 6:46:09 PM | The Feasting(Cannibal)
The decadence of my soul,
The longing for your flesh,
With a heart as black as coal,
A nightmare I now refresh.
Your tender loins of meat,
The fleshy parts I desire,
A buffet of all I can eat,
The taste of you I admire.
I kill no more than I eat,
For a humanitarian I am,
But it’s a taste that can’t be beat,
Like that of a rack of lamb.
I could be your neighbor,
Even your longtime friend,
But my work is a secret labor,
And when you know, it’s your end.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 4/21/2005 3:25:52 PM | I must be dreamin all the bass heads stopped feenin
cops stop eat'en
kripy kreams an
dirty hoes stopped sceme'ing
Im wearin a mask but im not skiing
this aint no alluding and fleeing
only people i see fleeing
over cashiers counters careening,
as I pop shots in the ceiling
An shout out with meaning
"Fill the Bag homeboy dont Lag",
security gaurd got jumpy so i knuckled the fag
went to each cashier like tag
made sure the duffel didnt sag
Like a shorted dimebag,
I take it back to to the hag
inform the b1tch manager Ill do damage to-her,
SWAT surrounds me, I escape thru the sewer,
climb up a ladder to the basement of the club
thats my alibi, in the VIP smokin dubs.
never been caught, over my shoulder leering,
at crossroads im steering
avoiding querying
its raining
Im dreaming. | |
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