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My eyes opened slowly, shaking off the bits of dust and ceiling plaster that had fallen on them during my slumber. I stared long and hard at the ugly ..
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I let the lukewarm stream of water run over my tired, sandblasted skin for a few minutes, collecting my thoughts and finally pulling myself out of the..
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Wherever those helicopters were going, they were hauling serious a*s. They were almost out of sight by the time I reached the window. Their deep, pul..
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I wiped the moisture from my face with a crumpled shirt and finished getting dressed. My work shirt was definitely just that. The warehouse isn't dirt..
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Just as I expected, the pizza was stale and tasted weird. The pepperoni was dry and crusty and tasted just like bacon that had been left out for awhil..
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This is basically a long, long poem/dictation/monologue/story that switches viewpoints every so often between Elias, God, and Satan. Anyway, enjoy.
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I'm not a leader, I've never been. Knees to the ground and arms to the ceiling,Convicted of a day that we were soon was drawing near. We would go down..
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My hands are stained.My feet.Eyes,ears, lips, tongue,and mind.The one price to pay,for life. My flesh retched,starving for abuse. The shadows, they hi..
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The dreams. Faint and fleeting flickers of light.Visions of battles, visions of Creation.The deep rumble of thunder,but it struck without lightning. N..
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This world no longer bears My fruit. It has dried to naught but dust,and scattered to the solar winds. Purpose now envelops you,and you will herald th..
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