MiscommunicationA Poem by RogueExperimental Poetry/StoryThey say the meek shall inherit the Earth In the end what will it really be worth? Nothing they can ever barter or sell Just a burned out, blood stained hell Hello, My Dear I am sure you have heard by now, that the war is finally over down here. They have moved those left into Community Bio Domes. There is no way to leave them. We are told that we will get air poisoning if we do. So we live here with strangers, being fed a daily diet of Community Wellness and Government Propaganda. John, I don't know where they sent you. I only hope you never return here. Keep living your life among the stars. I like to imagine you there happy and I am at peace. My love always, Marie NOTICE: The above electronic communication was determined to be undeliverable. We find It is in violation of Government Codes 192 and 645. This is your final warning. © 2013 RogueReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 9, 2013 Last Updated on March 9, 2013 AuthorRogueAboutWhat can I say? I enjoy writing. Although I dabble in several different genres, I eventually end up back in the realm of Horror. Both pointing out the every day disguised "Monsters" among us and cre.. more..Writing
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