Scribe
Chapter 6: Aftermath
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By Woman of Letters
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SPN 100 WOW: Strawberry
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At the birth, the worry
At Father's apparent
Insanity.
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I remembered the freshness
Of Father's essence
Soaking through the fibers
Of our Graceland.
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The taste so pure,
Bright and tart
Like sour cream
Coating a bowl of strawberries
Sharp yet sweet…
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But now
The fruit felt old
Overripe
Untouched
Left in a bowl for the flies
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Freshness
Crispness
gone.
The cream cloying.
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The very air clogging my throat.
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Father...
with Your sacrifice
Our home
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Now….
Diminished.
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What should I do?
As Your orator
Your champion
Bringer of the Word.
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Must I praise
The inconceivable?
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I was determined.
I would understand.
A/N What do you think of this view of Metatron? Do you see how he becomes the twisted sicko they portray at the end of season 9? Are you enjoying the ride?
