Put the fear of God inside of me
And it might just be my angels I let go.
Battlefield so far away—
Nobody ever listens but the wind.
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Children home for tea-time
And the rapping comes a-knocking at the door.
Sheets turned down; lamps lit low:
But still the breath that builds inside your head.
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They are the ones upon the path;
They walk in quiet, under shaded trees.
The feeling swells and then beats back;
Where is she in the rubble: hooded, unafraid?
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As far as anyone knew
Time was just a beast
That crawled its way out of the fog and lay down,
Dripping, at your feet.
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History is a long, black knot
Tied to an anchor in the deep.
You heard her calling out for blood,
But just ahead; always out of reach.
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He walked ‘til he was no longer afraid;
Saw shuttered people (gaping windows) and he knew:
All was in order (dishes stacked in tidy rows).
Who could come calling with a rapping at the door?
vidaamarelo:

Jack White Live in Miami, 
21/09/14

vidaamarelo:

Jack White Live in Miami, 

21/09/14

Prompt Game Revival

inevitablerecursion:

To quote the initial master of ceremonies:

"Here it is, another edition of the prompt game!

The rules: I post the following dialogue, but without any context. Then youwrite a short story using the dialogue. When you’re finished, send it to me! Or post it on your Tumblr with the tag…