Wow, Jen! How did you write that? I want some of what you were drinking.
"Bulleting through streets"
"They heard his
Resounding echo�?BR>Iced into place,
Cynical, used they
Embodied his cry."
(I love that "cynical, used." That "cynical, used" describes the human condition.)
"She wasn’t there
Couldn’t reside amongst the half-dead
Rotting two faced creatures masquerading as
People"
Who is "she"? Beatrice? I have to tell you that with those lines you make Michigan during an ice storm sound like Texas in the summertime.