Friday, February 13, 2009
Rebirth
The day is done the time has come, battles fought, a war is won. The child who suffer such defeat an empty body at the victors feet.
Not a sound escapes but a noun takes places inside the space just behind the face as small earthquakes bring on the shaking....
Then the fire and rain burn to ash and wash down the drain with blazing hate and rivers of pain nothing is safe from the caulderous baking....
Venomous gas and poison fume spit and sputter and fill the tomb from the incendiary heat the pire's perfume leaves no mistaking.....
It's death and hunger and fear and hate the feast is spread they cannot wait, with furious breath they blow down the gate to find innocence ripe for the taking....
who stands so proudly over what they've done under twisted skies and a bloody sun. Hardened heart and steady hand the child is dead there stands a man.
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