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Detonated (Spoken Word)

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The world seems, quiet, as though pondering the destiny Making sense of the upheaval, the carnage and impiety A moan is heard and a child screams, for its dying mother When the ground is red and the skin is burnt to black leather I roll to my side, to, try and see the street that once thrived Nothing is at all familiar, just faces of the dead and survived Blood flows from every feature, every human eye is in tears Partial remains, of someone I never knew, perception steers Taking this in, I am just able to stand, as I lurch to my feet The mist and the smoke, a child still screaming, in this street A small fire remains, where a vehicle exploded, its lethality Small steps that Ive taken, I have taken in a lifetime of brutality Sirens begin to emerge, though my ears are dimmed to them A man grabs my shoulders, and I can see his blood, flowing hem He shouts in my face, I barely hear him, confused and neutral As I feel for nothing, I fear for nothing, I am lost to them all Blood sticks myself to me, as I am caught in this horrification Somewhere in the smoke, the street continues its condemnation Sirens pass by, as I walk on, nowhere to call myself home again Slowly senses, return in time, for me to feel my wounded pain Cant seem to acknowledge, what is happening, only what did Shouts and the cries, as the dusts start, to rise, this is all so rancid My torn clothes, testament to my now torn life, lost and obliterated The dealers of death, ruthless, remorseless as they never hesitated As I go, stumble closer to somewhere, I dont know how or why Approached by a man in uniform, comfort, bandage he does apply My recognitions return, a sudden realisation, of my luck to be living Turn back to look, at the street again, where a little girl is screaming By VisionGhost © 2008