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Vi-Sion of the pastFalling into the well, I dream of hell
A place cooler than the world I know
And less cruel,
A world where the thought of snow's insanity
A world Where what's left of the seas are hotter each day
A place where the breeze would melt the meat off your face
A place Children are madde in test tubes with half lives and hammer fists
A reality where virtual constructs are more appealing and more upload their souls every day
A reality where the idea of "humanity" brings to mind flesh grafted crudly over chrome
A horror where we are reduced to water-cooled nano-plastic organs supported by metal bones
A horror where our positronic minds carry nothing but imprints of copies of our organic thoughts
A horror where we are nothing but simulations of self clinging to the dying husk of world we murdered
I hit the water
My body is shocked by the cold
But my mind is rendered catatonic in it's disbelief
Sinking farther down I miss the shift
I break the surface again
But I am a stranger to this world,
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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