The divine nature of the writer
Being contacted by a matrix
Connected via a hyper dimension to a vast body of knowledge
To scribe what is seen to enter into the scrolls
To devote oneself to a cause
That is, if they don’t get you first.
My beautiful giant house
My thoughts are, it would take alot to maintain
Dust everywhere
Kinda sickening
I don’t care
I look over at the teevee
Rather new
Kind of hdtv
Bit of plasma
Which is ok
Had about 10 sheets of rusted metal
That swung down with great force
Like a blade
In sequence
One after another
A girl was standing under them
I watched in disbelief
As each sheet swung down
She stepped back every time
Each sheet getting smaller and smaller
As she stepped backwards
Luckily she didn’t get attacked
By the last one
With a blade
That has cut many
B4 her
You can almost smell the death
You can sense how old each piece
Of metal is
Before Victorian or baroque times.
The vibration of the metal freaks me out
As it does the girl
I am trying to save.
- Shaun A. Delage