A smattering of peace can occur after chaos... This peace however, is fleeting...

A smattering of peace can occur after chaos... This peace however, is fleeting...

She removed the layers piece by piece. She desperately needed to be clean, her hands couldn’t move fast enough. Her brain wouldn’t forget on cue. It had to come out, it wasn’t going to be good…

It was in her eyes, on her face there were specks and globs of marrow.

Her skin, her hair, her hands, drenched in blood and tears and fear and dirt.

The clothes were white, dried a smeared and mucky brown, dark black blotches bleeding through.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

If you could have seen…



Bodies hitting the ground – rapidly.

Gun smoke and gunpowder choking life away, firing rapidly.

Targets were hit and missed. Tried to keep innocents from dying.

Failing… Bullets kept missing, but the blood kept rising. This path of death and God still grants me no release! Yet, it’s all of a sudden quite quiet… Guns are not cocking and reloading, the screams of death are silent. Of this, death which flaunted it’s way through this church, has missed it’s prime target. No, death is satisfied with anything she gets, it’s violent, it’s thorough, it’s finite. It can be obliterated into many parts. It was suspended and held in a trance, you saw what was in store and you screamed. You watched the bullets rip holes in your skin, you expected death- she said wait and watch! You were held down and sliced and beaten and more bullets rained into you. Your breath was ice and life still poured out, shouldn’t it be over by now?

Nis Rennis watched death dance and prance. Taking life instantly or slowly sucking the life away, personal favourite rapid and multiple deaths. Life stops and flows, no matter where she looked, even though she closed her eyes. The stench, the cold was unbearable. Then it stopped – it turned black!

Yurf O’Llleh better known as Mr. TD n’Handsome, watched her shake, wails and tears, racking and ripping out of her body.


~ by tashpoeme on March 2, 2009.

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