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Something More Beautiful
I was walking in the street when the first bombs fell. The sky became ash and fire. Explosions turned into screams which turned into sirens which became all a maelstrom of noise…
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Lightbulbs
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark…
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Open Sky Country
It was a green grass day in the hills and we lay in fields that thirsted for the sun…
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They Might Have Been Hazel
She spoke to me without a voice and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul laughing all the way to the screaming end…
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A City, Voiceless
Out of a forest painted by the hand of autumn I came on my journey, around a bend in the road that showed me a city in the distance. I didn’t know the place—the last time I passed this way the city hadn’t been there…
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Fog Over Paradise
This is the mist that hangs over paradise across a land where music plays without a source…
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The Burden of the Sky
A low droning cry cuts through the morning still silence shattered by the call to prayer…
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Then Out Came the Rain
Yesterday I watched the world become storm-weathered bent but not broken beneath the weight of a painted sky the white glare across space and time…
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Tales of the Wicked and Brave
There must be fairytales written about this place tucked away on hidden shelves in some ancient library…
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This Mournful Day
Out of the morning comes screaming light columns of fire fallen upon an empty land aching to consume, desperate for absolution…
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Once More Into Desolation
Through a crowd of faces blurred by rain and shadow a smile like the morning cut through the dark and disappeared into a sky of dying starlight…
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Immortal Skies
Let the wild ones lead us into glory on stormcloud rivers in the sky that speak with thunder of the floodplains feeding from their currents…
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Mitchel David Ring 