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Part III: July 22nd, 1969. The fall of man at the call of one man.

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Heavens opened,
It was beautiful!
Ink pressed names
Fell off the page

Delicate pearls,
Destructive force;
Paper withered,
Became the ghost.

Expectant lips creased inwards.
Eyes look onwards,
At the fall of two birds,
Fighting one stone.
Suddenly.. all are alone.

There was a story here;
[[but the ink ran dry]]
The poet gave up the chase.
[[and the words came out of place]]

“Part the grey!
Pull her down!”
Chant of the masses,
Their greed knows no bounds.

So they part the grey.
A million hands pull her down.

A wave of mortality takes the scene.
All that we’ve ever known wiped out,
Forever gone.

They’ll find another place,
They’ll find a light beyond,
Exists not.
Not today.
Not for them.

“You were the poison,
I was the killing blow.
You were.”

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