carrying the burden of the future upon my back soon it will burst open birth the worst of all possible ends what started as a trickle soon became a flood the non believers congregating to raise their false gods up “pledge our devotion to the baleful eye that knows which brand of toothpaste we prefer and how we’re going to die... …screaming. tossing, turning in this nightmare so very like a dream. with no one and nothing to blame only our complete lack of shame." what started as a trickle soon became a flood shed tears that cling together fated to become one an endless ocean of sorrow extolling the pleasant weather in the eye of the storm the first drop of rain an opening salvo i can’t hold it back any more. grin and bear it hold firm knuckle down RESIST THE URGE what started with a pinprick soon was gushing blood
