Post by Cygnet on Jul 20, 2003 14:04:21 GMT 7
As the shining light awakes me from my slumber, I am drawn towards my bedroom window. As I pull back the curtains the light envelops me, warms me to the depths of my soul. The angels scream and the radio comes to life. Intricite intertwining spirals fill the sky, reflecting the time of universal dread.
For across the sky, the children weep as their skin blisters and burns. The horizen is filled with the torturous light. As night approaches the light lingers on.
The French point their noses skywards. The men in suits laugh with glee. A mother sits in an alleyway, holding the scorched remains of her child. And the light lingers forever on............
For across the sky, the children weep as their skin blisters and burns. The horizen is filled with the torturous light. As night approaches the light lingers on.
The French point their noses skywards. The men in suits laugh with glee. A mother sits in an alleyway, holding the scorched remains of her child. And the light lingers forever on............