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Risen Multi READ NFO Image-iND

2009-11-09 - extension: rar - size: 100 MB

Risen Multi READ NFO Image-iND

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Risen-PLATiN

2009-12-07 - extension: rar - parts: 23 - size: 200 MB

Risen-PLATiN

RISEN-PLATiN

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RISEN-PLATiN 4 5GB Full ISO Multi Lang

2009-10-13 - extension: rar - parts: 23 - size: 200 MB

RISEN-PLATiN 4 5GB Full ISO Multi Lang

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THE DEVIL ROSE Animation: Corinne Heath
Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath (More) Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath Website Here: http://www.corinneheath.com/ Poetry by Eric Prendergast , Bio Here: http://drawingofghosts.com/page10.html from the chapbook of poetry, INFRASTRUCTURE. INFRASTRUCTURE is the first published chapbook of poetry by Eric Prendergast. The collection examines in intimate narrative the skeletal abstracts--social, psychological, and symbolic--that support the flesh of our reality. Together, the poems argue that the ideas that underlie our world are as solid and essential as the industries that give it function. The imagery of the unseen third traveler and the stony landscape was drawn from the "What the Thunder Said" chapter of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land. Voice: Steve Braunginn THE DEVIL ROSE POEM BY ERIC PRENDERGAST On the third day, the devil rose to shoulder aside the monument in his name, "In memoriam, death's death. Rest. Please rest." He dusted off his robes, calm as sin committed with the best of intentions, and set off down the treadworn road that had taken us from daybreak to lead us toward twilight. Looking his most average, almost not there at all, he was all at once with us. I cried out, "Brother, there is another beside you! We know him from the family resemblance. The Fallen in man's form has risen, he's here." But you shook your head high, no, no, it is a shadow, it is necessity, it is the moment's stain we must leave over earth to see ourselves grow gold in the neversetting sun and without a flicker of your gaze from the burning horizon, your soft green irises bleaching to blindness, you smiled. And so I wept, in broken voice begging the devil's forgiveness, pleading the devil's pardon that we'd buried him alive, hoping tears might dilute the thickness of his malice, until the gloaming wrapped us all in heavy dark. I could see neither him nor you nor road nor the clumsy, trembling hands of a failed murderer raised before his own dried and tired eyes. There was only the agony of this stony place sucking all warmth from me through my bare and blistered feet. (Less)

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THE DEVIL ROSE Animation: Corinne Heath
Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne (More) Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath Website Here: http://www.corinneheath.com/ Poetry by Eric Prendergast , Bio Here: http://drawingofghosts.com/page10.html from the chapbook of poetry, INFRASTRUCTURE. INFRASTRUCTURE is the first published chapbook of poetry by Eric Prendergast. The collection examines in intimate narrative the skeletal abstracts--social, psychological, and symbolic--that support the flesh of our reality. Together, the poems argue that the ideas that underlie our world are as solid and essential as the industries that give it function. The imagery of the unseen third traveler and the stony landscape was drawn from the "What the Thunder Said" chapter of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land. Voice: Steve Braunginn THE DEVIL ROSE POEM BY ERIC PRENDERGAST On the third day, the devil rose to shoulder aside the monument in his name, "In memoriam, death's death. Rest. Please rest." He dusted off his robes, calm as sin committed with the best of intentions, and set off down the treadworn road that had taken us from daybreak to lead us toward twilight. Looking his most average, almost not there at all, he was all at once with us. I cried out, "Brother, there is another beside you! We know him from the family resemblance. The Fallen in man's form has risen, he's here." But you shook your head high, no, no, it is a shadow, it is necessity, it is the moment's stain we must leave over earth to see ourselves grow gold in the neversetting sun and without a flicker of your gaze from the burning horizon, your soft green irises bleaching to blindness, you smiled. And so I wept, in broken voice begging the devil's forgiveness, pleading the devil's pardon that we'd buried him alive, hoping tears might dilute the thickness of his malice, until the gloaming wrapped us all in heavy dark. I could see neither him nor you nor road nor the clumsy, trembling hands of a failed murderer raised before his own dried and tired eyes. There was only the agony of this stony place sucking all warmth from me through my bare and blistered feet. (Less)

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