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The Blue In the beginning the Earth was formless and empty, and darkness lay over the surface of the deep. Thunder rolled steadily across the bleak, nondescript land in mighty, percussive echoes, the ground trembling, as though in fear, as white hot fissures of lightning cleft the sky asunder a million times over. Each scorching blaze of deadly, crackling plasma through the abstract ether of stifling chemical fog seemed an imminent foreshadow of that mighty explosion to come, a harbinger of that great abiogenesis, temporary apocalypse for a world theretofore defined by its life-free state of existence.The Blue by Aart-ish
And then, there it was.
The supersonic split, ripping the fabric of stagnation down its center and sending its sentience-free tranquility hurdling uncontrollably toward the chaotic nebula of violently emerging life, a bolt from the blue, striking the chemical bog, and pulling out creation by its roots from the deep dead soil of the gurgling primordial ooze. Sheer hell tore th
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,An Angel's Promise by WordOfChen
And so thou shall remain.'
I will not let you have any other before me,
Nor can there be any after.
For it is your soul that I have shared
And it is your soul that I do take.
Your worship is the blood that flows through me.
Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.
I have accepted that which is torn;
And if you are not whole before me,
Then by my will and word,
You shall be made whole.
So fear not this frigid world,
Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.
I shall take that which has been torn from you
And weep life into it,
Until only warmth remains.
For thou art already mine,
And so thou shall remain.
For My PeopleAs far as I can recall:For My People by WordOfChen
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I long for.
Justice for MY people.
The Night VisitShe arrives on time each night,The Night Visit by WordOfChen
With a flurry of quick footsteps,
Followed by a timid knock at my door.
The reply I give her is often curt,
'Enter,' I'll say
And she does.
I spend a moment taking stock of her appearance:
Noticing bare skin beneath a heavy brown coat.
A few droplets of sweat run down her neck,
And she swallows nervously as she awaits my instruction.
I approach her slowly;
Enjoying this moment where the distance closes.
My eyes take their time to pull her into focus,
And like a bolt of awareness she becomes vivid;
Her lips a sparkling red and utterly lush for a kiss...
Her eyes are doe-eyed and completely tame;
Her makeup is perfect, as I've always liked.
But I can tell, beneath that flawless surface,
That it was rushed under a dim streetlight.
At this point our lips are separated by a bare inch,
I like to leave this distance as I stare into her eyes.
I enjoy the way her breath quickens as I ask her the question,
The question that beg