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 Beyond Terra

{Lesson of my Learning series}

At the center of a turmoil-ed earth _
stood the last 4 men.
None knew the tongue of the other
whether thick or thin
None knew the face of him
or the soul that lurks within.
None knew the lives of he,
whomever, what or when.

They only knew that "Here"
is where this worlds at its’ end.
Death, Destruction, Despair
were surmounting all about them.
Bodies, Blood, Beliefs
fell at their feet
from toe to brim.
All was lost, all was grim _
for these last surviving men.
As they left up their heads on high
in mortal fear and anguish.
All 4 were bumped together
to rid arrogant pride to vanquish.

As they raised their out-stretched arms
to the heavens above the sky,
each entangled another
that it be he __
the last held before they die.

As they fell to the ground
in humility and prayer.
Buckled and bouncing their knees together
of acuity, none seem to care.
Soon their flesh fell away from their bones
to be carried within the wind.
Taking the sounds of One voice
wailing back _
to the Beginning of Men


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