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I saw life extirpated off the face of the Earth.
I saw it burn.
In the flames I saw it scream like a dying animal,
frantically trying to find its way out.
It's fur singing,
at a heat that's unbearable.
Its desperation leaded to glazed over, wistful eyes.
War has had this land in a death grip
for as long as I can recall,
and the numbed cold fingers that grasp it
Will never let go
I saw it crumble in the bureacracy
of a dysfunctional socialistic society
...a communism gone to the dictators.
No one remembers any...
and the few that do-forget.
and it becomes nothing.
Forget the dead
...and there's nothing in heaven nor earth
that can bring back the lost faces and souls.
Some say an idea can
never die, they are fools.
What is the use of an idea if no one is there to execute it?
No one strong enough, no one smart enough.
No one brave enough.
No one alive enough.
Is it still an id
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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