Monday, 25 June 2012

do you?






Do you think we have time? The rain stopped a few years ago. The wars started between small villages, the drought advanced, overstayed, prayed upon the minds we killed we robbed we destroyed nothing stopped our thirst. We were the maelstrom. Across the land, they knew our name. They flew before we entered their  houses. We were almighty, we were thirsty, always thirsty.

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