thus i know....
by Greg Rogers
....in a brown desert with darkened stormy skies that never the storm comes a city of buildings wooden and concrete decaying as in death the flesh would fall windows shattered and hollow eyed the souls remain wander and crawl tortured and lost in there way in their death constant pain constant agony flashing lifes of murder and rape scenes before there hollowed eyes the moans of anguish a sad song no one says their names as the ones unseen are crippled and mutilated by minions laughing in their pain. desert as far as the eye can see nothing else surrounding me one mountain flattened a plateau one demon ruler the dead souls all no tall as tall is clothed in black wings pitted and rotted useless to see horns in the head the sides plus one is three green eyes glowed of foulness inert greedy and vindictive this crow decrypted bird wielding a whip of bone and stone for nothing bites the dead harder than the dead enslaving them all wailings echo strife and life and woe begging forgiveness but he will not let them go....
Posted on 05/14/13
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