We always feel protected from the grey beyond, from wisps of mist that eat at flesh, from curiosity of greener grass. It’s all a lie – you tell us so. You tell of terrors, you tell of foes, but our missile heads and army stand against the misery of what’s beyond. We sacrifice, we starve, we are at war, but still our morale always wins.
Our patch of freedom in a hostile world.
Those of different mind we’ll send away, they are like cancer eating victory away. Please save us from the grey beyond, please save us gracious leader,
This week the picture took me into politics. It’s a dark world out there, and if a beautiful picture and some prosepoetry can give some insight into the horrors I hope it’s for something good.
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May 21, 2014