Open Poetry #27 |
Where Prayers Stopped |
cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Where Prayers Stopped I awoke screaming into the nightmare of reality where few survived. Even fewer had the will to live in a ravaged world where acrid swirling murk was our only heritage. The product of greed. Where are the men of vision? Saviours of mankind. Gone now in the caustic winds of nuclear vengeance. |
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