APOCALYPSE NOW
Tomes that add salve to ruptured brains nestled in fractured craniums... Man standing on the square tattered and torn.
Screaming he asks from whence these words come. They having tomented him so long... He but a traveler in this time continuum where things strange are norm.
Old ideals keeping so many in chains... Plugged in yet plugged out... Who hast released this bitter sickness as it raveges the land... Knowledge the fallen victim cries as it dies, arm outstretched as it gasps it's last breath.
Such a poignant ballet as the prophet weeps blood tears, fragments of his shattered soul pirouetting in the bitter winds.
Shouting God words against the deafening din as the aforementioned angels they descend... Thy wouldst behold the pale horse as it touches down... Thundering hooves and fire in it's eyes... It's rider snatching souls.
With these words the prophet ascends... enraptured.
JREALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY
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