Legs pull at the weights which nail them to the ground
Pushing the body
Forwards
Onwards
Away
Suffocating lungs heavy with decay starve the body of its life fource
Spitting
Gagging
Chocking
On the smell of rotting flesh
The first drops of rain explode from the sky
Tearing at exposed skin left to die
And yet he watches
In his golden chariot hiding in the darkness
His laugh mocks the thunder
Splits apart the sky
Fight or Flight become impossible
The pressure builds until every capilary bursts
The Blood pools into the body brusig the skin
Unseeing eyes bulge outward
Towards a world left behind
He has had his revenge
Honesty is always the best policy
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beautifull write i loved it wen i finaly git my points to start a new contenest you have to join
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Thanks so much, I'll keep an eye out for it!
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