Prophetic Numbness

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A new world wave of passive aggressive rage

Submitted: March 11, 2013

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Submitted: March 11, 2013




16 September 2011 @ 08:02 pm
 I feel it coming, it's turning deep within my bones. It's rattling the land, burning down homes.

I see it in my neighbors face, on the off chance they're outside. I see it on the front page, of the 'New York Times'.
I see its symptoms an impending plague. A new world wave of passive aggressive rage. 

I hear it in their chants of turmoil, I taste it in our wastelands' soil. An after bite of evaportated oil. The final cry of a day old-

I sense it coming with each picket sign, each passing second fleeing Time.

It howls in the wind, it hides in a smile. The demise of humanity, though not for a while. 
So sit down, watch your back and attempt to relax.
Biding your time for the first string to----- snap.


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