Civil War
it finally was acknowledged as a problem. something has gone wrong
we must LOOK BACK retrace our steps and explain why exactly
this corpse is still moving. hold the clipboards tightly- what should
have been told to us before is now SCREAMING IN OUR FACES
stand aside!! this is meant for the hands and the minds of professionals
so with a turned lever the motion falls and becomes still-------- transfixed
beyond knowledge at the awakening of a realm not seen not felt not
believed at all.
WE ALL JUST CROUCHED DOWN AND LOOKED UPWARD! OUR
EYES FALLING FROM THEIR SOCKETS! TIME STOPPED &YET
SIGHTLESSLY FLEW FAR FROM US! I WOULDN'T HAVE BELIEVED
IT_______ BUT I WAS THERE.
scripture printed out before everyone else it was shoved from the tables and
laughed away, the children reassured EVERYTHING IS FINE! if we stay
as we want to (dumbstupidignorantblind) would everything come as a
sweet surprise? though defined i saw it, kindly concurred, the block still
remained just as strong.
it was our hands that held up this belief of stability, this lie of gravity and
clarity. to tell the truth (which i hesitate to do) fear has no opposite for
it is ALL. though things can be bravely (&falsely) conquered our bodies
still tremble to blurs at the very mention of What Could Have Been.
murder is widely accepted as goodness when committed in the likes of
battle in the idea of safety- self defence. the enemy, we saw, fell
and mutated from life to death, and curled into a premature sham.
the rulers, with minds preoccupied with triumph over (backwards) terror,
smiled in relief and nodded their heads for us all to come out of cover.
THE EARTH IS FREE AND BEAUTIFUL ONCE MORE
THANKS TO THE INTELLIGENCE OF THE INTELLIGENT!! INNOCENCE
CAN NOW BE FEIGNED AGAIN!
but who was to expect that once the babies and the purities were
unveiled, that the phantom of man's technological defeat would rise
and again come forth in newly discovered ferocity? we were easy to overcome
------such souls we denied, living behind our very eyes, were tricked and
caught in the tremulous hands of revolting lust. and with our growing voices we
found ourselves declaring to the populations our declining state of
perspicuity.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2007
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