"Those words were solemnly uttered by a very quiet veteran from the great war." Spoke the tall burly man seated at the front of the room. "Do you know why he clung to such morbid philosophies?"
A young private rose from his seat and quickly answered the man.
"Sir, it is because the man watched as his close friends and enemy wildly flailed to the ground in the great agony of death"
The young man was seated before the tall man retook the podium.
"Because he felt the intrinsic prickle of pain and guilt all associated with the fury of war. A basic emotion all men have shared not only the in the trenches of the nearest fox hole but also carried through the streets of Fairway. Much that we've ignored and discarded"
Again the man sat and poked inside the nearest desk drawers.
"Michael" he spoke without bothering to bring about his head from it's work. "Come to the front and draw me a man on the chalk board"
"Sir!"
The young cadet arose from his seat and shuffled with haste towards the blackboard. A moment later he was done and gone; back seated with his peers.
"Yes... Very good Michael. Now here we have the physical representation of man" the teacher cocked his head to better appreciate the boy's art.
"Yes as we all see..."
But the teacher's words never continued past that original train of thought. Instead his eyes wandered past the row of desks towards the final and last of souls seated at the far end of the room.
"Sir, I do not believe you belong in this room" The professor propped his glasses back upon the bridge of his nose.
"I..." tingles of cold sweat dripped down the base of my spine.
"Sir..."
"I was told to come here..." I continued the procrastination disregarding the blood currently dripping from beyond the tip of my cranium.
"From who?"
"I was told to come here..." I repeated.
"Sir I must ask you to-"
Unexpected and abruptly the teacher faltered his words and comprehension of logic. A small, tiny, intrinsically minute lapse of time was just the right amount of time it took for me to spot the repeat.
The quake ripped the glossy lamented floor in half, splitting the children and blackboard into two separate entities. The subsequential shock-wave shattered each and every last remaining porthole to the outer realm bringing the shards of glass inward similar to a hundred thrown spears all of which began rapidly impaling their victims. Those fortunate enough not to fall in or to these plagues were only to be set aside; to be their witnesses.
"When they forget" I began to repeat the line written across the board.
The waves of radiated heat covered the earth underneath an ocean of purging blankets sundering the lands with long sprawling rifts that stretched farther then a mile a piece.
"They grow indolent and content to forever echo these mistakes".
And just like that the book - carefully caressed from the professor's hand just a moment ago - fell to the ground bursting into a puff of gray and black dust before disappearing towards the set backdrop of central white light currently overcasting the skies a distance and a half away.
In my mind the sight looped evermore. In my dreams the sight looped evermore. In my eyes...
A young private rose from his seat and quickly answered the man.
"Sir, it is because the man watched as his close friends and enemy wildly flailed to the ground in the great agony of death"
The young man was seated before the tall man retook the podium.
"Because he felt the intrinsic prickle of pain and guilt all associated with the fury of war. A basic emotion all men have shared not only the in the trenches of the nearest fox hole but also carried through the streets of Fairway. Much that we've ignored and discarded"
Again the man sat and poked inside the nearest desk drawers.
"Michael" he spoke without bothering to bring about his head from it's work. "Come to the front and draw me a man on the chalk board"
"Sir!"
The young cadet arose from his seat and shuffled with haste towards the blackboard. A moment later he was done and gone; back seated with his peers.
"Yes... Very good Michael. Now here we have the physical representation of man" the teacher cocked his head to better appreciate the boy's art.
"Yes as we all see..."
But the teacher's words never continued past that original train of thought. Instead his eyes wandered past the row of desks towards the final and last of souls seated at the far end of the room.
"Sir, I do not believe you belong in this room" The professor propped his glasses back upon the bridge of his nose.
"I..." tingles of cold sweat dripped down the base of my spine.
"Sir..."
"I was told to come here..." I continued the procrastination disregarding the blood currently dripping from beyond the tip of my cranium.
"From who?"
"I was told to come here..." I repeated.
"Sir I must ask you to-"
Unexpected and abruptly the teacher faltered his words and comprehension of logic. A small, tiny, intrinsically minute lapse of time was just the right amount of time it took for me to spot the repeat.
The quake ripped the glossy lamented floor in half, splitting the children and blackboard into two separate entities. The subsequential shock-wave shattered each and every last remaining porthole to the outer realm bringing the shards of glass inward similar to a hundred thrown spears all of which began rapidly impaling their victims. Those fortunate enough not to fall in or to these plagues were only to be set aside; to be their witnesses.
"When they forget" I began to repeat the line written across the board.
The waves of radiated heat covered the earth underneath an ocean of purging blankets sundering the lands with long sprawling rifts that stretched farther then a mile a piece.
"They grow indolent and content to forever echo these mistakes".
And just like that the book - carefully caressed from the professor's hand just a moment ago - fell to the ground bursting into a puff of gray and black dust before disappearing towards the set backdrop of central white light currently overcasting the skies a distance and a half away.
In my mind the sight looped evermore. In my dreams the sight looped evermore. In my eyes...
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