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Teetering on the edge of a precipice prefaced by an ominous gaggle of creaking timbers and the wafting of rot from such great lows The scene was drab and dark and typical Nothing mystical or mysterious about the drizzle or the salty spray from a far off dark sea The gulls gathered garishly hungry with white plumage that seemed unapologetic to the plight of those still standing atop the heap Iron tickled at their nostrils while bits of gore fell from great heights as the sea birds did their best to clean up the rotting flesh But the onlookers still gathered placing pressure on the rest to take the leap into the heap below Where the wind would no longer blow and the decomposers triumphed under victory over humanity's last breath While wanderers wondered what came first, the eggs all cracked under the pressure and the violence and the rage and the bitter anger won the day while death laughed at gender and gorged itself on equality giving the ultimate soliloquy on peaceful serenity Flowers and honeysuckle grew from their skulls and their rib cages became such beautiful lattices for the ivy Finally! Something good grew from humanity!
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
A Well Lit Tunnel
Teetering on the edge of a precipice prefaced by an ominous gaggle of creaking timbers and the wafting of rot from such great lows The scene was drab and dark and typical Nothing mystical or mysterious about the drizzle or the salty spray from a far off dark sea The gulls gathered garishly hungry with white plumage that seemed unapologetic to the plight of those still standing atop the heap Iron tickled at their nostrils while bits of gore fell from great heights as the sea birds did their best to clean up the rotting flesh But the onlookers still gathered placing pressure on the rest to take the leap into the heap below Where the wind would no longer blow and the decomposers triumphed under victory over humanity's last breath While wanderers wondered what came first, the eggs all cracked under the pressure and the violence and the rage and the bitter anger won the day while death laughed at gender and gorged itself on equality giving the ultimate soliloquy on peaceful serenity Flowers and honeysuckle grew from their skulls and their rib cages became such beautiful lattices for the ivy Finally! Something good grew from humanity!
steven-l-herring
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
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