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 Embryo (parts 0 - 14)  (1 rating)by Stephen W. Cote Introduction Lest mistakes once made haunt us as prophecy Humankind must be felled from aristocracy Of where they once prided their place Over the world under an unholy grace Embryo Part I Winter, viral innocence Decaying, fashioned hope Dismaying, the providence Waylaying, the coasting slope Strongly, snow-fallen fears Wrongly, on ancient ruins Wandering, into uncertain years Strangely, soldiers dropped truncheons Part II Passing soldiers of the Providence Social Traipsing through the uncultured "garbage", forestalls Trussing the savagely free beast Praying to their officer "god" on high, pedestalled Marigold, fragrant oils of the field beyond Walled, their glasses raised high, blinded eyes Wallowed, blank versed, lead through the pond Marred, mud caked boots and bloodied lies Part III Earth weld Once, a moon, waxed, then lay Raping the sun of the light she held Human way Embryo held Sins, for all kind of man Animals, shackled, skinned and shelled Virtual land Part IV Told what she would need - always "god's" toy, the angels held her to their elitist lies Her hopes abashed, told she would never succeed The simple reflection of their eyes She fell to her knees, beginning to tire - in despair, weeping and hurting, damnation called Her heart burning with rage, her mind on fire with desire She could shed no emotion for the soldiers at all Part V Screaming, she heard her own warning Preening, the circling vultures spied Peeling, she fell back, her heart warming Scathing, she died Part VI An embracement of reassurance In seasons of the flower A bird makes love with a bee What we dream love to mean Is only foreshadowing What love for you shall always be Part VII Have you heard - the prayer for words and tears falling unjustly the cry for the meek and the unbeliever's advice to the world the pain of desire of a damned soul on fire - and a world humbled in ruins for want of a cause and a belief in it all - the soldiers burned the runes Were you told - it had all gone to hell and you would be left behind it had all been sold for face of a soul's reverie the rain of the cloud's fell all around - drenching the dream's embers the "god", soldiers and clowns all jested around - with everything you held dear Why were you told that You had been promised the world And if you had suffered you Would one day be healed Why did they tell you that You only had to close your eyes And ears to the sins that They had baptized over you Why did you listen And hear only the call - that the sound would Hopefully deafen them all? Part IIX Sweet savory spawn Evermore, effervescing embryo Prayer for procreation Part IX Savory, the sweet nectar Blossoms, petals sanctified in dew Bossomed, entwined in vine and root Glorified, in a life renewed Coldly, the steel embryo bleeds Warmly, the birth cries scream Wrenching, the virginity from machine Birthing, the cybernetic dream Part X Once upon a time, a flower Bloomed through the ruins Once upon a fantasy, however sweet or sour All of the nightmares road through And the pebbles of the streambeds dried And the sand of the beaches lied to the seas And the seas prayed for salvation, they cried Once upon a long lived tale The world gave up and died Deafening, the beat of the boot Of the soldiers of Providence Social And the "god" wept in fear, his prayers moot In unison, their single last word crucial "please ..." They faded away Once upon a prayer, in a dark hour Tolled for the new land Once upon a day of salvation, and a god's unruly glower Something rose at the beckon of his hand "Arise new child" "Mother and daughter" "Bring forth new life" "My Embryo" Part XI From leftover memories, embryo suckled upon the lactation Angel's milk sweetened, vine and ivy decorating, the new nation The decisive spawn arose, from the ashes of the new world The na-"god" keeping records, every unruly evil and administrative lord A melancholy wave of bitter air blew, extracting Embryo's hope A myriad soldiers of Providence Social, antagonizing all foreign remaining hope Part XII Real minds once real bodies, mere shells now driven with wind Providence Social's specialty, the na-"god" demanded and extracted his loyalty Automaton's weeping and grieving, begging for more, evermore Soulless devils lost and alone, abandoned of their own lore Embryo observed and listened, ever vigilant as a scarecrow In their despair and hell, she looked upon them and simply whispered "no" Part XIII Summer, spring's benevolence Becoming, beauty's paradise Stunning, dream's reality Winter, wasting away Na-"god", Providence Social Embryo's, for the saving Embryo's, for the taking Embryo's, for the raping Part XIV Melancholy, all final cries in Zen Everywhere, the remains of a human world Everyone, Embryo's children Finally, lost for words
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