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Cry for the last human, if it pleases you.
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Cry for the last human, if it pleases you. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
The barn burned, consumed by a great fire. We were purging ourselves of the last of God's Creation, and making it our own. A lady nealt near the barn, a man in her arms. He'd just been shot by one of man's creations. We were now all engineered to have eternal life In technology and human desire. Within the barn, were the last of the human beings- All but one, who now laid in the woman's arms. Blood streamed from the back of his head, and into The woman's lap. Something was wrong. The woman was experiencing Something she'd never before felt. Tears streamed from her eyes. I could see them glistening in the fire's light. They landed on the man's head, and mixed with the Blood. By now the barn was but smoldering ashes, smelling Of the burnt flesh of God's creation. The man breathed his last, and fell to the void. The woman sobbed and laid across the man's chest. A guard saw her. He lowered a rifle on her, and Fired a bullet into her head. She now laid dead with the man. The rain began to fall, and carried away All that was left. We won victory over ourselves and over God that day. We smiled at each other. But far off, we could already hear the hooves of The horses. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Fracta~ Wow ! Just Wow ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Fractal,...WoW, uum, this one swallowed me up. Kinda lost here for the right words. Boy,...oh, Boy, *sigh*. Take care. *Peace. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
wow a what a scene life will always find a way of continuing. wonderful poem.... and see you got me thinking. ==== Death Camp Memorial. And though you may have swallowed our tongues fed us to your slaughter machines, your camps of death. Outlawed and erased our beliefs, you can not deny our existence, and by genocidal actions you have been witness to our memory. So though you may have murdered us to oblivion you can not deny our existence. Life continues eternally. brian madden. "I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone" manic street preachers |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
This was quite a way of expressing that life will continue on..I was impressed with the writing, thanks for sharing!! The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Intense, powerful images. Great work. cat... Practice can make anything perfect...even grief can become an art. Merrit Malloy |
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