The rector takes you in
And a brother trouble can be
The marriage is racked
Of emotion in shambles
And his position
Is not what it should be
You leave your beliefs
For the different style
Embedded ink and metal
Not bad on their own
Thy attitude rampant
Of doubt and trauma
Family in an extreme
You in another extreme
From heart and love
To apathy and sub
About the Creator
Alex Maurice
Short story writer, poet, and essayist.
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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