We can hear them calling out from the old Saxon burial mounds, begging to be let out. They use the voices of our friends, our lovers, our parents and they've been trapped down there for so very long. A few gullible people have dug up a mound or two and unleashed small fragments of a great hunger that circle the globe, devouring every living thing in their path.
Can you believe they actually thought that people they'd seen just that morning were now inexplicably deep beneath the dirt yet somehow able to clearly cry out for help? Doesn't make much sense but then again some people wouldn't know how to pour water from a boot if the instructions were written on their own hands.
Sooner or later the hunger will realise it can't fool us any more and it will stop using our own voices against us. Maybe it will use its own voice instead. I don't know if that'd be better or worse, to be quite honest, and I doubt I'll be around long enough to find out.
A fragment of hunger is due for another pass this week and I'm tired of running.
Can you believe they actually thought that people they'd seen just that morning were now inexplicably deep beneath the dirt yet somehow able to clearly cry out for help? Doesn't make much sense but then again some people wouldn't know how to pour water from a boot if the instructions were written on their own hands.
Sooner or later the hunger will realise it can't fool us any more and it will stop using our own voices against us. Maybe it will use its own voice instead. I don't know if that'd be better or worse, to be quite honest, and I doubt I'll be around long enough to find out.
A fragment of hunger is due for another pass this week and I'm tired of running.
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