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Inferno

By HiramDiaz

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it's amazing how grace no longer amazes; it only puzzles even the wisest of men, and, women, and, children (hopefully i didn't exclude anyone). 7 days a week i work - even on the Sabbath (Saturday I sleep, Sunday i wrest with fears, Monday through Friday i nestle anxieties in smiles smiled to appease the wrath of Protocol Forsaken)- awaiting grace's amazing advent to amaze humanity, once again. i wonder what the gods would think of the rock-flinging, sword-wielding, gun-toting, bomb-tossing, Death loving world we love to corrupt with all of our T. V. smiles - in still life frames, where we wear fiery red pupils (intimating that we are the furnace we feared for so long, or feared so long ago). i wonder what the gods would think and if they ever did at all.?/?/01, God? God? God? gods? hmmm.....humph. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 05:41 PM PST   10 • 0 • 9

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