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Post by moses4lee on Dec 24, 2007 6:41:38 GMT -5
It was late in 1960 A heaviness of darkness Enveloped the room He walks toward two uncharged pillars of light A way to extend the day Rejecting the night Hands upon the pillars, Thumbs and forefingers upon the switches Firmly pushing the buttons simultaneously He was transformed into...conductor Every nerve Knotted Head hurting from over-charged neuron-transmitters Eyes trying to escape from their sockets Waiting, For death or release Hands wide open fingers flayed out ridged Pillars electronically stuck to his palms Modern crucifixion-He was ground Screams of a Banshee Convulsing like a freezing mans last throes Shaking loose the charged pillars Death let him go. -end- Moses Lee
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