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A piece of anticipatory literature in lyrics
poetry [ ]

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by [galileo ]

2013-07-29  |     | 



One day when the sky was grey
and it seemed to grow darker by the hour
among a little but fiery crowd
that debated on the destruction of the earth
and all of its good people
Antichrist, that presided all that,
saw something as a light within him
something that shook him so bad
that he couldn't speak
As if he was trying to convince himself
of the non existence of the light
he tried to speak and than to yell and than to howl
but nobody heard him
Chaos conquered for the first time chaos
in his room he stood still
scared even to breathe
because the light from within grew stronger
brighter and more powerfull
with every struggle agaist it
He tried to kill a little insect but he couldn't
cause a few tears escaped from his eyes to
the mere thought of that
He tried to destroy a chair but he couldn't
cause a kind of remorse for the craftman
got free from his newly acquired heart
He wanted to scream, to feel the need for revenge
but his heart punched in the chest so hard
he fainted
One day when the sky was grey
and grew darker by the hour
the hourglass turned itself up
and a soft blue patch of young sky
took over the heart of Antichrist
a red rose pierced his left hand
blood sprung, a red delude in miniture
that spread itself all over his creation
flooded every crack and crevices of wall
bones, thoughts and dreams
reshaping evil into goodness
And that is simply because a new man
was born within him
freeing the old one from his chaines
of necessary evil
For the first time Antichrist had a choise
and it was a good one
of love over hate
life over death
forgiveness over revenge
something that even God thought it was strange
but this is the power of the heart
a twin force of love and light

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