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A Story by Michael Soul
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end of time

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Quest for destruction  

 

 

Moments after time had passed the world stood still within a bubble of emptiness.

All air pulled inwards fuelling the eye;

A bright flare from the epicentre resonated outwards building from its heart to the point were all life falls silent,

A high pitched ping peeks, the deepest sensations blinded,

All in its way astonished, Unforgiving, inconsolable it consumes everything, earth and mankind all things becomes the same; timber for its cold flame, first when it hit's a small black pin hole aperies,

The likes no one can see but a change in the earth weathers, sound its staring gun.

First just stillness, the hairs on the back of all stand on end then it pass you shrug it off, nothing for a minuet but not a sounds that can be made sound right every word alive with static.

The rivers run back words and the clouds merge at one single point.

The air a mist with Sault water.

 

 

A pulse pushes away from its eye and for a second everything seems like its passed, but at the point of Origen a hole the size of a mans fist hangs motionless in the sky and it stays like that for twenty seconds…..

 

Heat pure soul striping heat move hotter with every passing second,

Slowly the black hole grows pulling the light from the sun down in to its start,

Quickly as a breath of air it's alive with a bright white light that turns black in the middle

Again the air pulling in towards the centre,

The air grows cold, winds pull in taking the very air out you,

The ocean and all init pulled in,

Birds and mammal, trees and building striped from the Air and the ground.

The whole earth is consumed fuelling the ultimate weapon.

 

Its key a singularity, the point that all light must eventually fouled back in on it's self       

Within a flash of light a universe is created and in an instant it's gone.

But it's time filed holds for what seems like forever

Time did not start until it starts to fouled in on it's self

So the older galaxies are last to return to its creator.

Just on it's out skirts, stars

New and alive with energy are cold home first pulled in last out first in.

Created at its epicentre an undeniable call to return, so time starts, what is in reverse is going forward.

 

And so returning, converging back to its row components the elements of life.

 

This can not be recreated using any old flash of light.

Elements that mankind do not know about are still out there:

It's in our mind unfound, inconsolable for now.

Look at the map turn it over fouled and it fouled again and again open it out

Then look at it a new, the anti crises is crises and crises is man and man is god.

His own creator his own destruction we are part and all and one in the same.

Yet we can not see to walk eternal flame.

Stand as mankind and not as man!

Be its shepherd not its consumer

Open our eyes to tomorrow

Open our hearts to today

A quest for live not a quest for destruction 

© 2008 Michael Soul


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Added on February 20, 2008

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Michael Soul
Michael Soul

Ayr, United Kingdom



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well what to say im me the soulartis lol some of my work these day's will be a call for eyes and hearts to open but will be mostly fun stuff when its out my Sistine chapel lol im a you know if yo.. more..

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