when our big brothers come back
after five thousand years
they will be angry
"it took billions of years
to make all these creatures
to build ecosystems
that we could call kingdoms
and all you little pricks had to do
was to look after them, but for a few"
perhaps we will be lucky
and they will banish us
scatter us to the cosmos
perhaps not, and they will leave
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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