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Post by lovesanimals on Sept 5, 2005 16:02:03 GMT
I feel I`m an old spirit, I float around places... I see old sites and recall so many loves and times... As an old spirit I roam around the hidden city... I cross walls and see blood oozing from bricks, pain circling me everywhere, broken paws try to touch me, blinded eyes try to see me, tortured bodies left to die... I see so much cruelty, I wondered how I could,long ago, belong to the human race... I roam around their cages, I try to soften their pain... I just become one with it... The suffering of animals... it is the suffering of the Earth!Elizabeth Aldam.
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Post by Admin on Sept 5, 2005 16:16:31 GMT
Thats so sad
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Post by lovesanimals on Sept 5, 2005 19:33:04 GMT
I know that but that is what unfortunately happens...I don`t speak for happy animals for they have what they need,I speak for those whose lives are maimed and ended cruelly,I speak for those who don`t seem to matter,for the ones who need my voice more accutely...
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Post by Admin on Sept 6, 2005 18:27:07 GMT
I agree the mistreated and helpless need our help more It was beautifully written,but still sad
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