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Another Day

I didn’t know if I was going to make it through the night, my feet were as cold as ice, my heart was where it was supposed to be, but I had this strange premonition that I would wake up in the middle of a storm just before the break of dawn.

 And the mountain will meet with the sea and whisper a silent prayer for thee. It was as plain as can be the waves were coming after me and so I had to ride on top of them until I got closer to my anticipated friend. 

There was a sudden heat coming out of the ground and not a single cactus could be found, a group of people were crossing the dessert and patches of dust starts popping out of the ground and swirling in the air ,causing everyone to run for cover that was not there,and the heat crawls slowly up their feet and the distance between them become wider.

For one moment I thought I was here and then I found myself at the bedside over there weeping for those that didn’t make it. 

 All of them were lying flat with their hands tied to their backs, feet bound with ropes and blood was flowing from their waist to the ankle. I have seen it from a distance and I kept saying to myself what do I have to do with such oracle?

It’s another deja vue that comes back to haunt me and a new window was opened in the earth and I could see everything that was running underground. 

A sanctuary with dead bodied buried beneath it and a hangman sign stood upright with a Guillotine position at the back and a pan set underneath to catch blood from the dock,

They had waiting rooms and places where they groom. The young girls had to dance naked before them and they were treated as daughter of the heathen 
In the early morning they bore the pain and at nights their bodies become the shame of the city oh what profanity, the pleasure of men are deferential to women. 

Another day has passed and hope is getting meager, and the fear of waiting for something to happen seems never ending. 

 They made their way through the ground from a tunnel that was out of bound and it leads from timbucktoe around the bend into the gorilla shoe.  

And the black bear on the other side continue to steal the spice but the panda came just in time to do the  summersault to get them out of the dark into the open air, and finally the plane got them out of there.

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