Last Song of War

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
How do you defeat your enemy? Who IS your REAL enemy?

This is rated R for the graphic violence.

Submitted: May 14, 2009

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Submitted: May 14, 2009



Don't scream.  Pain is nothing compared to what you posses.  Don't show them fear--you dont' need to fear them.

They throw me to the ground.  I taste dust--the same dust I am composed of, ironicly.  The taste is as bitter as the texture and I spit it out--it's now a mud-like substance and some of it sticks to my chin.  My hands, arms, legs--they still ache with bruises and scrapes.

My weary head is yanked up by the hair.  Some of it is ripped out of my head and I can feel the blood drip from my scalp.  A scream rises in my throat but I keep my mouth firmly closed.

A glob of spit hits my face and I close my eyes.  That show of hatred was so common it doesn't faze me anymore.  I look at the person-turned-mosntor it had come from.  There is no mailice in my eyes.  He turns; on ly a human can give him the look I am giving him now and I am not human in his eyes.

They are angry at my show of humanity and the one with a fistful of my hair tugs harder.  I briefly see a shadow and my world bursts into light, then sudden darkness.  I see blurry images surrounding me.  Behind these, clearer than anything I've ever seen, are the most grotesque things anyone on Earth has ever beheld.  Their bodies are mangled and their gray, decaying skin barely clings to their very visble bones.  The worst part isn't this, but their eyes.  Huge and fully black.  This black is so deep that death seems to be portrayed in them.

Yet, I can tell these gangly creatures used to be beautiful.  They used to have life instead of the living death they are wallowing in.

These things are dancing around the men, encouraging them in their deeds.  When they look at me, or anything at all, their eyes are full of such hate that I start to feel fear.  I am looking into the eyes of my true enemy; the one I am waging a war against.

The men, actually prisoners of war, are no longer blurry blobs and the things disappear all together.  I know they are still there, watching me; I feel their undying hatred.

Realizing i am laying on the ground, I sit up.  A metal-toed boot connects with my ribs and blood shoots into my mouth.  I cough and it flies.  My breath is completly gone but, somehow, I manage to continue coughing.

So much pain; from my ribs, my head--everywhere.  It seems to me that there is as much blood streaming from my wounds as there is inside my veins.  A shrieking laughter, seemingly from thin air, sends chills through me and causes a violent shaking.

The men see this and laugh.  They seemd to think I fear them and it gives them joy.  This laughing is drowned out by the inhuman cackling of the enemy.  Fear creeps up my spine and I shiver again.

I open my mouth and sing, hoping to stem the fear.

"Jesus loves me, this I know.  For the Bible tells me--"  I cough up more blood, noticing the angry confusition on the men's faces.  Gaining what little composure I could, I continue.

"--so.  Little ones to him belong."  I am interrupted by the roar from the men, which is drowned out by a terrified shriek from the invisible creatures.

Still, I sing, feeling strength seep into me.  It is not the kind of strength used to lift weights, but to life hearts.

"They are weak but he is strong."

Stones thrown in the pit of anger fly at me but I am numb to pain; numb to fear.  They shriek louder.

"Yes, Jesus loves me>'

It's getting herd to see--hard to breathe.

"Yes, Jesus loves me."

Somehow, I am lying on the ground again.  When did I get here?  The things are still screaming that ear-splitting shriek.

"Yes, Jesus loves me."

Everything fades away.

"The Bible tells me so."

A warm, golden light embraces me and I smile.

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