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They come uninvited to our shores frightening the lovers of the sun and sand. The water is now a blue, wet poison. There is no bottle with a skeleton label only the shadow of fish as huge as ocean liners trying to stow away passengers in a dark hole. Like African slaves we go unwillingly to the unknown land. There is no time to prepare for this death, this injury. Screams are heard and not heard like distant echoes on a mountain in Switzerland. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Yells slope down to the distance like heavy iron anchors. This creature does not speak English, Italian, Swahili or..... It only knows the taste of blood. It wears hatred around his neck with the faces of victims close to his teeth. It is savage this thing, this monster, this bully. Where did it learn to hate then eat what it hates? Did a God really create this wet Frankenstein? I think it created itself. It grew heavy with the impurities of never loving, giving, serving or blessing other~. My God! it does not prey before eating it's favorite morsel~ man.
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Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
Go Away!
They come uninvited to our shores frightening the lovers of the sun and sand. The water is now a blue, wet poison. There is no bottle with a skeleton label only the shadow of fish as huge as ocean liners trying to stow away passengers in a dark hole. Like African slaves we go unwillingly to the unknown land. There is no time to prepare for this death, this injury. Screams are heard and not heard like distant echoes on a mountain in Switzerland. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Yells slope down to the distance like heavy iron anchors. This creature does not speak English, Italian, Swahili or..... It only knows the taste of blood. It wears hatred around his neck with the faces of victims close to his teeth. It is savage this thing, this monster, this bully. Where did it learn to hate then eat what it hates? Did a God really create this wet Frankenstein? I think it created itself. It grew heavy with the impurities of never loving, giving, serving or blessing other~. My God! it does not prey before eating it's favorite morsel~ man.
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leola-norman
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Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
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