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Autopsy Case # Psalms 144 (Scene 1, Take 1)

(Scene 1)

 

Everything was all in slow motion after getting the call

Preparing myself for what it is I will witness next

Suddenly I find myself slowing my walk to a crawl.

I read it over and over through the graphic text

Precised detailed instructions with vivid accounts

Chapter nineteen was written in words that were perplexed.

In the protective cushion of my mind

A hidden secret that is buried deep starts to come alive

Am I awake or am I am asleep?

So confused for I'm beginning to think,

When I dream is it real and when I'm awake is it a dream?

I now feel something starting to trickle and secrete inside me

In the base of my skull I feel the pain.

A pine cone shaped gland is now convulsing and quivering

It causes me to dream at night and it always showed me the truth

It gave upon me the gift of prophesy

and all the answers to life's many mysteries

also in my transformation it turned me into a clever soothsayer.

Why me, why was I plagued?

I know it will happen for the last time in my life

A pleasant and peaceful journey it will take me

As soon as I give up the fight and race through the dark tunnel heading to the light.

An imaginary horror movie now begins to play

Given me visions of what I will see before the end of the day.

I know where I am going; I know what I am going to pick up

Yes I have a clue on just what I am getting into.

A dog whistles sound I hear the constant ringing in my ears

I always see the vapors around my face

Drifting like smoke in my peripheral sight I see them all dance.

I'm I hearing voices in my head or am I going insane?

In an instant blink I am catapulted into a cold room

Thirty nine bags deep in there frozen slumber they laid

No matching numbers with tags could be found

Through another set of double doors I enter

Exposing another four all sprawled out on silver tables.

My eyes now become fixed on the bizarre hollow sight

Of the one's with the harvest of their spongy matter.

Absorbing all the sights and smells

I now found what I came looking for

In a rush to see what’s in my grab bag

I race now to get him out the door

and to stop stepping on with my new shoes,

All the blood that is upon the floor.

 

To be continued.......

 

(SirCARSr. 10-24-12)

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