A fall from this height
would turn the caress of earth
to a cruel torrent
That which gives all life
come December, come the cold
will give only death
The world carries on —
planted feet cannot outrun
lives within the wind
Fireplace embrace —
Exhale, the heat of your breath
thaws my frozen limbs
About the Creator
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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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