Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The character of man is constantly changing, that is why we are so unpredictable.


That night her possessions littered his floor, but her body was not to be found. No morning after clutch would be had. Forced by pressure he had supple hope that he would find her first. However, the villagers found her before him. Her body was mutilated: sliced to pieces, raped, pulled teeth from pliers, nails hammered into her skull, slashes on her arms and legs from a butcher knife, nail plucked off her fingers. She had been stripped of all her dignity. The ordinary madness swirled all around the scene.

The villagers then marched to his home, convinced he was the one. They believed his sanity was at an end, and he had lost it somewhere down the road and became a salivating monster unable to sleep at night.

Spare parts, bottles, and cutlery littered the ground, the prodigal son has returned being dragged by his lifeless arms. His knees bloody from scraping the reminents of the Earth.

They strap him to the chair, hateful eyes watching as the sins the man committed will be washed with electricity. The cables entangle his body, blue, yellow, gold, and silver, each having its own purpose. Wet the sponge while waiting for the axe to fall. His last words, "never look back the past is a wilderness of horrors."

They flip the switch, he grits his teeth until he jumps over the fence and his mouth screams, his bloodshot eyes buldging. With every shock his bones and muscles are exposed.

His body falls limp at last. His heart has quit beating. He is a dead weight in an old chair that has been sat in many times to bring out the dead.

No one has the respect to bury the innocent man, so the worms begin to feed and the rats feast upon his corpse, which emanates a stench across the town square. The villagers ignore it for it confirms their hatred and deed of death.

The sky falls black and the villagers gather for their last glimpse of his corpse before it is eaten away, and they take turns spitting upon him.

A strong wind hits the town and the dark horse rides to retrieve his limp soul and jumps into the night's sky and disappears. As all the villagers drop to the ground.

ALL DEAD.
all dead.

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