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bardiphouka) wrote2015-04-15 07:35 pm
bardiphouka) wrote2015-04-15 07:35 pm
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April 15-2015
15 April,1945
Regardless of all the myths and legends
and monsters we have created under the bed,
nobody was ready for this.
A world which suddenly smelled of pain and ash and blood.
bodies stacked upon each other as if they were
bad sentences in a story of horror without end.
Death city after death city uncovered
in the Spring of Hell returning home
this time at east. The bodies wrapped around
each other in stillness.
And the skeletons walking slowly, slowly
and finding the one word they had thought impossible.
the possibility of Tomorrow.
Regardless of all the myths and legends
and monsters we have created under the bed,
nobody was ready for this.
A world which suddenly smelled of pain and ash and blood.
bodies stacked upon each other as if they were
bad sentences in a story of horror without end.
Death city after death city uncovered
in the Spring of Hell returning home
this time at east. The bodies wrapped around
each other in stillness.
And the skeletons walking slowly, slowly
and finding the one word they had thought impossible.
the possibility of Tomorrow.
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The images of the skeletons walking slowly.... stiff and cautious in case they break and fall.... oh yikes! searching for ...... oh deary me.
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