Many years have passed and my skin has leathered and cracked. My life washed away in a beautiful fountain during the dreadful war that turned the sky grey. Now it is forever night, man has been reborn blind. Three events haunt my dreams, three events that would seen nothing to anyone did not experience them first hand.
Event number 1.
When I was a little boy my father took me to a fountain. It was a beautiful fountain, cherubs in the centre spurting water from there mouths. Three of them, happy and young and alive. I was also happy and young and alive. The fountain, my father would say, is the fountain of youth. If you drink from its waters you will live forever. I dipped my hands in the water, my father hit me and we went home and he shouted at me and beat me until I could not stand. He said, the Gods wish for us to die or else we would not respect the gift of life or fear there power, he told me that no one is ever to drink from the fountain as it is a symbol of our fear and unworthiness, and drinking from the fountain makes you a god, he would say, and that would be the devils work.
After this I never did anything without knowing, and I spent my life, until I leathered and cracked knowing things and getting to know things.
Event number 2.
On the television it said that our country was going to war with another country. We did not have television. Mother said it gave you cancer. I saw this on the television of a friend’s house. When I went home I told my parents of the war and they laughed and said that no war would arise. My father went to the war. He was shot in the face while taking a shit. That’s what the newspaper said. ‘Useless dog slaughtered taking shit, the enemy is vile!’
With my father dead my mother sold herself to disgusting men. Fat, balding, hairy, men who preyed on women for excitement and for power. They often did not pay her. But she would always fuck them. Or they would kill her, or get there pleasure from my youngest sister. I travelled to the fountain, I put my head into the water but I did not drink any of the water, not a drop entered my mouth. I bathed in water and told the Gods I was not scared of them.
Event number 3.
The sky became grey and the world died. Before that, before I became an adult, but long after my childhood, the metal birds came and they destroyed the sky. I was making love to my wife when the room shook. I bought the woman at the markets for a goat and a portion of cheese she was twelve, three years younger than I. I dismounted her and opened the curtains. Birds were dropping the sky onto us. The sky exploded as it hit the ground. People torn apart all over the streets, charred. Buildings collapsed and smoke rose and covered the sky.
The bombs made clouds that covered the blue and the yellow and forever made the sky grey. On that day my room caught on fire, my skin was burnt, it leathered and cracked, my wife died, the bed fell through the floor and she was impaled on a rafter, her naked bloody body was my last sight. Ever since that day, the sky has been grey.
Later they dropped the big bombs on the charred cities, and we dropped our big bombs on them, and everyone died. Man was reborn after that, blind and charred. They all drank from the fountain and spat in the Gods faces. And they thrived in sin.
Event number 1.
When I was a little boy my father took me to a fountain. It was a beautiful fountain, cherubs in the centre spurting water from there mouths. Three of them, happy and young and alive. I was also happy and young and alive. The fountain, my father would say, is the fountain of youth. If you drink from its waters you will live forever. I dipped my hands in the water, my father hit me and we went home and he shouted at me and beat me until I could not stand. He said, the Gods wish for us to die or else we would not respect the gift of life or fear there power, he told me that no one is ever to drink from the fountain as it is a symbol of our fear and unworthiness, and drinking from the fountain makes you a god, he would say, and that would be the devils work.
After this I never did anything without knowing, and I spent my life, until I leathered and cracked knowing things and getting to know things.
Event number 2.
On the television it said that our country was going to war with another country. We did not have television. Mother said it gave you cancer. I saw this on the television of a friend’s house. When I went home I told my parents of the war and they laughed and said that no war would arise. My father went to the war. He was shot in the face while taking a shit. That’s what the newspaper said. ‘Useless dog slaughtered taking shit, the enemy is vile!’
With my father dead my mother sold herself to disgusting men. Fat, balding, hairy, men who preyed on women for excitement and for power. They often did not pay her. But she would always fuck them. Or they would kill her, or get there pleasure from my youngest sister. I travelled to the fountain, I put my head into the water but I did not drink any of the water, not a drop entered my mouth. I bathed in water and told the Gods I was not scared of them.
Event number 3.
The sky became grey and the world died. Before that, before I became an adult, but long after my childhood, the metal birds came and they destroyed the sky. I was making love to my wife when the room shook. I bought the woman at the markets for a goat and a portion of cheese she was twelve, three years younger than I. I dismounted her and opened the curtains. Birds were dropping the sky onto us. The sky exploded as it hit the ground. People torn apart all over the streets, charred. Buildings collapsed and smoke rose and covered the sky.
The bombs made clouds that covered the blue and the yellow and forever made the sky grey. On that day my room caught on fire, my skin was burnt, it leathered and cracked, my wife died, the bed fell through the floor and she was impaled on a rafter, her naked bloody body was my last sight. Ever since that day, the sky has been grey.
Later they dropped the big bombs on the charred cities, and we dropped our big bombs on them, and everyone died. Man was reborn after that, blind and charred. They all drank from the fountain and spat in the Gods faces. And they thrived in sin.
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