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Face of Evil
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Face of Evil |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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Glimpsing a toothless slobbering portion An evil grin…slaiva dripping stale breath soaked air.... Stepping backward in alarm Slowly…slowly, I couldn’t turn and run Instead I was taken To a place in a deep dark tunnel Shifting analyzed details…over and over There was light Far in the distance, but only Through my mind, fled the consideration Fragments of one very dark human form Dimensions which didn’t possess validity The ability to lock on perception Or hold it, even through a small inner voice I screamed bitterly, for my life, but no one heard Counting annoyance of a black rapidly declining crow Bitter expressions, spewing poisons over a trusting psyche and soul Of the child…only 5 years old… Obvious youthful something’s like holding a puppy Concealed a needle, where skin quietly remained inflamed And slightly swollen…a stigma burning into human flesh With great astonishment did its work at best Kneeling to the minutes of change, praying for it to end Immobilizing my arms, my voice, my emotions…. Puncturing every brother, sister, cousin & friend Chloroforming the child, a handful of atoms locked With frenzied feedings… In a deep dark spell…of what was anticipated, from the child Working a puzzle of caustic long-nurtured fear An endless vortex of unsteadiness, most of society ignores Urging tremors and creasing voice, gagging mouth, By the pilot laying a soul on the shelf, forever more Closing eyes tightly and mentally pinching skin Pinching the fabric of reality…smothering that tweaked Surreal geometry, engaging the five senses within Restraining presser with lazy words… A choice that left never to return Words were never to be repeated Suggesting carelessness of villainy Were supernatural forces so seamlessly entwined? Why did they abandon.. While this monster’s sharp dialogue took away sunlight Where was everyone? All the adults…why did they leave? Society had better stop to take a better look, at themselves...before pointing fingers at anyone else. Oh God What your allowing with silent mouths... And at his prow the pilot held within his hands his freight of lives eyes wide open, full of moolight Night Flight Antoinede Sant-Exupery |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
beautifully done |
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