Thursday, 9 October 2008
The tyrant with the blood of cities on his hands was dying. His monks told him Bliss awaited. Content he closed his eyes only to hear chants of rethink.
All those he had betrayed surrounded him in a great circle.
Bliss would come when he found someone who loved him.
return to normal
Survivors of the nuclear war woke up from aeons of stasis.
Seeing the renewed world some thought of what they could own or eat. Eyeing naked bodies others thought yummy or gosh. Anger remained strong but some grew indifferent. One knew best.
The Devil smiled at the return to normal