Thursday, August 19, 2010

My Grain

This is a ridiculous escapade. Quite a sight, one worthy of documentation. Frustration found it's freedom, only ton express its opinion to a fellowship. A following, a colony, a gathering. Each citizen is presented the release's offering. Those who decline , are obliterated by the emotion's smite. An inner fascist perpetrating throughout the mindset's control. The home invasion is resisting its morals. This city fears to retaliate though their fury is contending. Aggravation is its previous sprout of evolution. The growth is nourished by plans not occurring as perceived. As the fury of the innocent population continues to be compacted . These cranium streets throb at an impulsive thunder. The supply of sources exceed rapidly amongst a rhythmic beat. They're connections march to the exact pattern. Angst, anguish and contemplation continue to protest the dictator, who currently reigns supreme. The forceful leader begins to become worried which leads him to become weary. His pursuit to manage this community under his guidelines shines reluctantly. The bystanders take note and start constructing their courage. A storm wets the surface, a most natural rain. The people's support strains but is strengthening per effort. Expectations of the peasants, expand per defense mechanism. Our villain's anticipation re-awakens. Armageddon has begun. A spontaneous strike causes a structured realization. We, I, commence.

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