How It Was

Thoughts were the fragments of diminished dreams,

The passions that grew as time intervened.

Events altered the future,

And the creak of the world tipped into a mass of disgruntled life when giant feet bounced,

And stepped on the innocent.

Innocence screamed from the past,

From a world once known,

And sin mirrored destruction. 

Sin was apparent,

But never like this.

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