Amnesia

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Amnesia

Amnesia.

As the Ending falls into the beginning

I think to myself what does all this mean

How will it affect the future that has now ceased

To be reality in the minds of humanity

 

It all began on the night before last

When a common thug swung a knife

That ripped through my gut with a silent swipe

grabbing my wallet He ran away

Laughing at me as I tried

holding my intestines in

 

Growing lightheaded I stubble

And fall- hitting my head

On a sharp cement block

blacking out I become dead to the world

 

When I awoke I found myself

In a strange white room

What the nurses call -a hospital

I knew not who I was

Nor where I came from

Only where I was going

Somewhere far away from here

 

I was given a fresh start at life

That night my old life died

And my new one began

Ceasing the reality that I knew

And killing all the humanity

That I held dear

 

But everything is so clear now

The fulfilling of my destiny

My God ordained purpose

Cleansing the world of its filth

Washing it away with blood.

 

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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