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Down it came
An avenging God
Seeking redress
For imagined slights

His altar the World
His sacrifice a child
Bereft of Hope

I saw the victims one happy Christmas

Eviscerated
Vaporized
Disassembled and pierced like cigarette smoke
Swirling confused in a seedy bar

It blazed electric
Crimson

Like shed pain

It did not give

It took

Dreams

And

The reason to remain Human

The World died today
No one asked why
The reason which
No autopsy could surmise

No one knew what to do with the body

The Jews wanted Shiva
The Christians wanted institutionalized wake
The Muslims wanted the head pointed towards Mecca.
To the Buddhist it didn’t matter,
The World was all a fake
There were Wiccan and Shaman aplenty
The ever present banker on the take
A Mormon with wives named Plenty and Jenny
And insurance men on the make

Being part of the body politic
The wrong Religion our onl… Continue

Where to begin? You already know the end, so the beginning it shall be. Some of you out there think that is a no brainer, but, some stories work better starting in the middle, some at the end, it all depends.

Here is my story.

I use to work at the Cheesequake Nuclear Power plant as a radiation suit designer. Sound silly? Well, the Corporation I worked for believed in the individuality of its workers. It was a unique Corporation, unlike most; it did not treat its workers like meat to use and ab… Continue