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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?