It was a tale of two cities engaged
in a tug of war-the war to end all
wars was over-from the violent
and torn rose a leadership of a
stricken breed-and man lowered
his mast and became-a terrorist.
Within the deep chasm of complex
ideas and thoughts, man invented
new things of destruction-and his
behavior unfolded;
Outside the city gates where once
housed many innocent people,
a new fear returned to them-
the sun they once charished for
growth and prosperity was now
burning down all living things;
The disciples of these tenants
became mind boggled and sought
refuge within, in groups, fearing
another upheaval of greater
magnitude;
It happened as predicted, the
psychics forwarned the world of
a generation of doubters, seek-
ing revenge and to claim the
meek as prisoners;
The sky a filthy red and ash had
fallen covering the new Eden-
the angels fled, fearing the
demons were spawned from
them;
Hell would rise now, and the corn
would yield to a powerful cry-
a one last living lie-the generation
of "X" turned over their prize,
and now the Centurions take
with them damnation and scorn
the two disciplines of relentless
behavior that is now their future;
 
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