August 02, 2007

In Robes Of Different Colors, They Walked The Hills Of The Country, Looking For People.

Everyone trusted them, but they'd collapse towns.

Once, one of the figures talked to a brick-builder about inflation, moving aside as the man put his tools down and left in one direction forever.

After a warden was asked what he thought when he stood in his child's bedroom, he said nothing and unlocked all of the prison's doors.

A farmer once had his heart stop when they all sang drinking songs in another language.

They had no names and no homes, but soon, they were everywhere.

Posted by dean at 11:05 PM

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