Like poetry in his ears,
She whispered softly
As the sun and moon set together
Putting the universe into an un-ticking frame.
The humans, now plunged into fear as time has now stopped,
And their bedtime stories of religion and science both have collided into a twisted grim tale.
A horror story?
A horror film.
A chainsaw massacre in its un-bloodied glory.
Death.
The stopping of ones time for ones self.
Its unimaginable stopping of minuets thickly spread
With the promise of heaven
And the blackmail of hell.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
Like poetry in his ears,
She whispered softly
As the sun and moon set together
Putting the universe into an un-ticking frame.
The humans, now plunged into fear as time has now stopped,
And their bedtime stories of religion and science both have collided into a twisted grim tale.
A horror story?
A horror film.
A chainsaw massacre in its un-bloodied glory.
Death.
The stopping of ones time for ones self.
Its unimaginable stopping of minuets thickly spread
With the promise of heaven
And the blackmail of hell.
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