Okay people.. i need a beta, and before i can put out the next chapter, i need someone to look over it. Please leave your aplication in a review. Review forms can be found on my Authors' Page.
11/14/03
He looked in a mirror and saw dead eyes, and as you know the mirror shows not lies. Eyes that have changed with the coming of age, coupled with a face that shows naught but pain, skin that stretches and bones that show, scars that mar his body so, starvation, sickness, deprivation, stress. How exactly do they represent this mess?
His face-sallow, sunken skin, showing malnutrition suffered over the years, showing all the tears, the loss of his faith, as he looked at the face of the sad angel-"where is god now" someone had said, and he answered without speaking- " where is he? Here he is- he is hanging here on this gallows…." He was not dead when he saw him, but dying like his faith.
His mind scarred and taunting, his fallen god-" compared to this afflicted crowd, proclaiming you their faith…" bless the eternal, the god that abandons his children. The eternal being that gave them suffering.
The fate of his choices shows what his choices bring. "I learned after the war, the fate of those who had stayed behind in the hospital. They were quite simply liberated by the Russians two days after the evacuation." It was obvious that his operation was meant to be a salvation.
All things show in his eyes, eyes are the window to the soul, a soul shows your life. Your life shows through your dead eyes.
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