Post by Sathien on Mar 15, 2004 17:14:14 GMT -5
The Kettle
It
whistled the tune
of zero hour
exhaled the fog
of final remorse
spilled sweet blood of the young
and the innocent
into
your cup
of brewed coffee
you
inhale the scent
of their fear
sip the bitterness
of their skin
stripped of purity
feel the hands
of time
mock your wrinkles
as
the burning sensation
it
produced
consume
you
and make you
young
again.
It
whistled the tune
of zero hour
exhaled the fog
of final remorse
spilled sweet blood of the young
and the innocent
into
your cup
of brewed coffee
you
inhale the scent
of their fear
sip the bitterness
of their skin
stripped of purity
feel the hands
of time
mock your wrinkles
as
the burning sensation
it
produced
consume
you
and make you
young
again.
great job!