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The Old Man in the CornerAn old man sits in the corner.
He mutters to himself, with words of disgust.
No one is around, he is all alone.
They have all gone far away.
He was not always like this:
A bitter old man who forgot how to smile.
It was a slow development
That gradually grew over time.
He used to be a caring man.
He loved his family, friends, and neighbours,
But slowly money became more important to him
And he spiralled further and further out of control.
It started with saving a few dollars, which isn't bad.
Everyone likes money in their pocket.
But as he gained more ideas to save cash,
His happiness slipped further and further away.
He would complain at restaurants so he could get free meals
And began getting things only on discount.
He would also begin harassing his own family
And friends suffered endless complaints.
He barked, bugged, and berated.
He complained, insulted, and more.
He angered his peers until they could take no more
And left him to his increasing misery.
He had all the money he saved
Ashes and DustAshes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
In death a man always meets his end,
For sure it is the only thing we know in life.
They say a man came from dust
And to which he shall return;
A lifeless body decaying away
While skin becomes one with the earth.
"But what of my soul?"
Dr. Frankenstein's monster once said.
Those who say they can answer
An angel spoke to me one day.
Dust sprinkled from his feet to the earth.
His words were spoken in an unsolvable riddle
That was solved many, many years ago.
I could not see his face
For they were covered by his wings,
But I had a sense that his eyes
Cast a gaze further than any person could look.
A mark of earth placed upon my forehead,
I was told my body was anew.
My body had risen out of the ashes, a phoenix;
Something that never dies, but is always born again.
What is my condition? Am I am who I am?
Am I you and you, me?
Ashes and dust,
Ashes and dust.
"From dust thou dost became
And to dust thou shalt return"
Ashes to ashes
And dust to d
Prisoner and Executioner, pt 1 Dark, hollow footsteps echo through my ears as I am being marched to a place where I am sure I will meet my end. My eyes are blindfolded so I cannot see. However, I can feel the hard grips of two guards, one on each arm. My arms are behind my back and I am handcuffed. Not one word is spoken during the trip. The only sound is that of those dark, hollow footsteps echoing down the hall of wherever I am being led to.
Eventually, one of the guards lets go and I hear the sound of the rustling of keys followed by the unlocking and creak of a large metal door. The other guard removes my blindfold and I am shoved into the room that I have been led to so hard that I fall over. It is a cell. My body shivers on the cold floor as they have stripped me down to just my underwear. There is no bed, no toilet, nothing. Only a small hanging light dangling from up above is in this room. The guards jeer at me wi
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