"I shant shed a tear; the world did me wrong and I shall rejoice in it's pain."
Man cries this to the heaves as he scorches and spurns the earth. They walk through its realms and plains of desolation and shed not a single drop.
Who shall cry for the blood of the dead? Shall it be the innocent and the angels alone?
If so shall it be a mere tear, or one of blood?
Only god knows.
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
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