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Paris Fangly Jan 2016
Prepare the Gates,
Sound the trumpets!
A Reckoning is due!
So be it, beautiful and bitter sweet,
Give them their Doom !!!
Paris Fangly Jan 2016
Silver mist drizzles and zips waving
from the tip of this universal three a.m wand,
What is this? I rise to see, before I could speak unable to scream, Zing! Be still with silence, sending me controlled thought; We know, We need, We must, Hushhhh....
Three at my bedside,
their faces translucent,
I cannot yell or even cry,
But why I thought? Careful!, they replied, Life !
In that moment I replied,
Yes I'm alive...
now leaning my head back down on the pillow, I see still see you!
They sent, Yes, before we go; I mumble, " my soul ? They yes, mind and soul child...
At daylight I finally rose again, eyes blinded and closed shut from so much crust,
There were monsters in the room mommy!!!
Now crying, at a loss for words, Mother insisted
It was only a dream, let me whip your eyes, Are you ready for breakfast???

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