Original:
Spoiler: click to toggle A phantasmagoric commotion echoing through the streets of the South in the halls of past rulers floating northward to the ears of the Great General.
“We grow on your fear; it feeds our hungry people.” So says the One seeking obliteration and the coming conquest of his People which will encompass all the world.
But no - we will not trifle ourselves with the fidgeting of the neutrons The heart of an innocent building block and the soul of an apocalyptic global hurricane.
Some Unpleasantries are better left untouched.
Second draft:
Spoiler: click to toggle A phantasmagoric commotion echoing through the streets of the South in the halls of past rulers floats northward to the ears of the firstborn son.
“We grow on your fear; it satiates our dire hunger.” So says the one seeking warfare and the coming age of his people which will deflower all the world.
But no-–we will not trifle ourselves with the fidgeting of the neutrons - the heart of an innocent building block and the soul of a premature apocalypse.
Some unpleasantries are better left untouched.
Third draft:
Spoiler: click to toggle A phantasmagoric commotion echoing through the streets of the South in the halls of past rulers floats northward to the ears of the firstborn son (Stroke, stroke).
“We grow on your fear; it satiates our dire hunger.” So says the one seeking brutality and the coming age of his people which will deflower all the world.
But no-–we will not trifle ourselves with the fidgeting of the neutrons - the heart of an innocent building block and the soul of a premature apocalypse.
Some unpleasantries are better left untouched.
Edited by Amlesh, Jun 11 2009, 07:08 PM.
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