Monday, December 28, 2009

The House of God

The shots sang through the air parallel to the ground like salvation, and thumped into the chests and arms of the men, like god ravaged in drink. Madness spread through their minds and rolled their eyes. I saw some men rise after being shot to death from the holes they dug for trench’s like crosses on ropes and collected the rifle rounds in their bodies like saints spilled over into lust.

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