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Cold War Torture

“Some will never understand whats it like to endure what they endure, but still I try to explain.  As hopeless as it might be I must try, try to enlighten the darkness of the evolved…”

Dec 23rd, 2001 

7:00 pm

I watch  them again,once happy, but now they wail, holding each other like leeches on skin.  For years they’ve been here, for years I had to bear the horror of their pain.  Their screams, like that of salt in torn flesh or a woman pinned by her vagina to a crucifix.  As much as I hate to hawk, I am left without choice, for nothing I do can help them now, nothing but time, or grace; a sudden change of heart will make the pain go away.  But Cry as they might… she will not listen. For she is wicked.

7:10 pm

Death would be sweeter, “God Kill Me now!. Rip my heart out and squeeze it until it beats no more.  I cannot live through this curse, this disease, this agony.” I am astounded by her gall, she finds joy in their affliction and would have it no sweeter.  The sound of their screams like that of burning children, but still, she adulates the power, like Romans chastising Christ. She shrieks at their plea. Nothing can help them now, for cry as they might, she will not listen. For she is wicked.

7:25 pm

Its quiet, have I gone deaf from the screams or are they dead.  But neither is so, for still I hear the pitter-patter of blood, and tears, but tears so thick one could not tell the difference from ear alone, still I cannot watch. I only know they’ve parted… no longer able to touch each other as it hurts to even move.  Alone they sit, waiting desperately for time to pass.  But time never brisks its pace, for pain is to be savored.  Pain is to be loved.

7:31 pm

The cycle is ending, only regret will remain.  Her smile dwindling as fear creeps upon her, for news of the resurrection plagues her mind. Nothing can help her now, not time, not grace, only death, for death cures all, death is their panacea.

- End

“… I must try, I must try to enlighten the darkness engulfing the agony of the blue ball” - Mannin Marsh