Muted Story
By butch
And, God made the people, He gave them the land, He made them to till the earth, He made them care for the animals, And, God was sated, And, the people were happy; Tending their fields, Caring for the animals, They played on the earth, And, the children laughed, And, the family grew, Making their music, They danced in the fields, Amongst the fruit that ripened, And, their life was good, And, they became comfortable, They grew fat, Spreading across the earth, Taking all that was needed, And, the people were contented, And, out of the darkness; A fire came down on the earth, It fell upon the people, So they cried, And, the tears festered their skin, And, a plague befell the land; It crawled upon the people, Then they fell ill, They settled to the earth, And, the children cried, And, the world became still; The people were no more, Their cries became echoes, The sun rose, And, the children were silent, And, God wept......... Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 02:37 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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