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Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Mei writes:

My tears flow so freely I can hardly see. But my memory is so seared that what I witnessed is all I can see or think about.

I was obedient and kept well back from the action. And I am sure no one was aware of who I am or what I was doing there.

The ferocity of the mob’s anger was so palpable that it blinded them to the presence of anyone else except the targets of their hate – Enoch and Elijah.

Dear Enoch and dear, dear Elijah. There you lie where you fell. And there you will remain by Stan’s fiat. For all to jeer and spit upon.

I long to see those human vultures scattered.

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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