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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Morning keeps transitioning into morning and daylight keeps shouting into my face, the weather is gasping for breath and the temperature is pulling sweat out my gut. I watch the sun rising beyond the mountains with warm sentiment hanging loose as it made its way to the center of the skies and spread its heat on the passersby. It is a form of heat that no one can bear; it drains your energy and ruins your appetite and send worms crawling in your empty stomach. I can still feel this intense energy moving around the town; it is the magnetic energy that propels the magnetic field around, the radiation level is high and the electric waves are vibrating in the sky and I don’t have any time to die. The barn yard animals are sound asleep but the rooster keeps disrupting the hens sleep, it is poking its beak in hens back and keeps pulling off its feather frock. The cats and dogs were just on time to save the hens from the nuclear divide. The morning keeps revolving around me, the pulling the energy out of me. I can hear the vessels rolling in the sea carrying tons of gifts for you and me. Missiles are pounding in the air and rockets are creating holes in the ground that look like feathers and crowns. Everyone gathers around staring into the dry creators in the ground, while the fishermen in the sea came back to shore after the missiles damage the side of their boats. The morning keeps floating above me and the sun began to burn the air sending whispers everywhere. And the mountain goats with horns like bulls exit from the mountain like a good soldier should and the heat continues to penetrate the asphalt in the street. I stood behind the tree and watch the universe melts in the third degree while the superior man with weakness in his field send reinforcement everywhere to strengthen his depleted army. But neither time or place knows when the battle for the soul is complete and the metal on the earth will transform into dirt.
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