Monday, 23 May 2011

Of Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.

Finally, man was free. The last king had been strangled with the guts of the last priest.

I washed my hands and lit a cigarette.

Later, people came to thank me. They fell on their bellies and praised me. They offered me golden robes.

I wept. I swore and shouted.

I put them on.

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