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Visions of war with no savior
Flashes of lightning
Heat of the flames
Remembering the dreams
Risen from the grave
In a unspoken lands fog
Around an endless corner
On the throat of lovers
Blind forsaken fears scattered on the wind
As the earth climbs the sun
The ocean is pummeled with death
Colliding with the shrapnel  of rage  
Painted screams in the stomach of dejection
Rustling the hollow sadness
 Apr 2014 forgotten
Marleny
Let there be a grim reaper of sentences
so that everyone will know that words
have an end to them too.
These phrases die eventually.
Yes, they live longer than their masters.
Indeed they survived further on paper.
But of course they became "eternal" on the internet.
Yet, these words eventually come to a stop.
So far, all dialogue has end quotes.
Up til now humans thought that commas extended these fragments...
when it only signaled the coming
of an end.
Eventually, these words will be lost.
They will stop being recorded, and
worshipped, and needed.
These utterances will be nothing more than dead particles that vibrated the air.
They will become just past tense.
The grim reaper of sentences does not even
wield a scythe,
but instead, a pen in which they engrave
the periods to complete the statements.
Oh, how the reaper is thought to be grim when in reality,
they are only bringing these nameless terms to peace.

— The End —