"Exhibiting You" - Story

Hell Breaks Loose

By: vandy
Submitted: 08/18/2008

Hell breaks loose
Hell breaks loose, the rivers are a stream of thick blood
I stand on stones near riverside,
They are the skulls of young ones.

The land shakes with fear,
The wind screams to the heaven,
I stand alone in middle of barren land,
Far away I see a caravan

With bare feet, I crawl up to them
To my shock, they are all torn faces with blood clots
I see inside their eye sockets

To my fear, I see the holy ghost
Telling me: "Don't mistake theeself as a poorman for thee has just seen the paradise on earth, Kashmir!"

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