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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Harvester of Souls
[time] => 2002-11-29 23:00:00
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[bodytext] => It took place on a thunderous night
when the heavens opened wide We all ran out to see the lights In a tidal wave we cried No one could believe their eyes as we wandered in the street all petty news now out of sight our faces white as sheet It wasn't known where they came from another star they said it wasn't fair what then went down... the raising of the dead The black beams just kept on coming relentless day on day in the heavens an awesome humming the spectres watched their prey Within each beam the victims rise oblivious of their plight torn from graves and to the skies the end of age-long night We the living could only watch we were like zombies too as the spectres slowly took their catch and built their gruesome zoo Then came the day of silent skies when the linguists spoke to all we’d lost a game of cosmic dice and now two thirds must fall An ultimatum came down on silver disc two thirds must now be given to fight was extinction, an awful risk acceptance brought New Eden We had no choice our hands were tied 2 billion to live 4 billion to die Stunned we were as the linguists droned on telling us why the Spectres had come we listened though our senses were gone to the meaning of that hum They cropped the spirit then processed it within their silver ships residual energy, dust, bone and bit brought life to their lips The ancients had most and this was taken now came the time for the living not an earthly ounce would be forsaken no possible escape from the giving A list was supplied of those to die in detailed denomination every facet known, no chance to survive a brutal extermination Artists, writers and poets topped the list with philosophers, intellectuals and scientists All were to fall like ripened corn not a sentient mind was to be missed A new dark age on Earth was now begun Endless night would forever cloud the sun The fields of Man stood silent, waiting The Harvester of Souls had come [comments] => 6 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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