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[sid] => 148591
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Journey of a Raindrop
[time] => 2009-03-19 13:33:08
[hometext] => *I wanted to try to create an image with this one*
[bodytext] => I fall hard, split in two by a twig. It's thorns and splinters divide me but I come back together as one unified droplet of rain. I seep deeply into a labyrinth of twigs Finally landing somewhere soft. It is then that I notice that this is human hair. I soak deeply into the strand, coming together again at the tip of the hairline. I crawl down a man's face. His eyes are drawn closed as I fall past his tear duct, down his cheek to his chin. His beard smells of blood and sweat. I drip down to his chest, and slowly crawl down his body, torn to shreds with abrasions and deeply seeded cuts. He is thin, Very thin, Too thin, to be healthy. Too long has this man spent being malnourished, mistreated, and starved. A spear rushes past me, piercing his side, almost disturbing my path. Blood now joins me at my side. I drip once more past his torso to his knee, and once again, to something hard, metallic, at his feet. Lastly, I drip to the ground, next to a wooden post, it is then I look up, at the royalty before me. This man is a king, for the twigs that split me upon my first landing is the crown upon his head. As my brothers and sisters fall around me, and my father rumbles his low saddened, angry voice I have but one question. Given the cuts, abrasions, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, crown of twigs and thorns and nails through his hands and feet. ...knowing all of that... ...What crime warrants a punishment this severe? Until I am answered, my family joins me in a downpour of sadness, anger, and blood. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 264 [topic] => 11 [informant] => thepizzaguy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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