There Was a time for playing army
There was a time you went away
There was a time for glory
Where the soldiers drifted
Heros of a war
A mirrored world
Tanks no more
Flowers &
War
About the Creator
Ocusan M
I write in a surrealistic style learning new realities as i researched Quantum physics in Quantum Dreaming where the man had a Quantum computer in his home that could see into the future.
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The River's Due
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Shaun Walters4 days ago in Fiction
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