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And there before me lay a wasteland.

Remnants of a great nation.

A nation who believed a lie,

A lie that brought about destruction.

A garbage heap lay in the middle of the ruins.

Strange creatures circled around the garbage,

Licking their lips, sharpening their claws, waiting for the word

To be given.

The creatures had the body of a wolf

And the face of a man.

As I was carried closer,

There before me in the garbage heap were

Millions of body parts.

Slim arms.

Slender thighs.

Silky hair.

White legs, brown.

Blue eyes, green.

Strong bones.

Luminous skin.

The word had been given

And behold! The limbs began to rattle

And shake. And shake, rattle, roll.

An army was beginning to rise.

White legs joined brown arms.

Long hair joined short torsos.

Body parts were wrapped in glowing skin.

Body parts enticed the creatures

To come closer.

The beauty of their features was ravishing.

The creatures began to wet their lips -

The bones let off a sweet aroma –

They jumped up and down in their arousement.

A demonish look crossed their eyes.

A war would soon commence.

As the creatures’ lips and teeth were ready to consume

Their eyes spoke of unspeakable sadness.

The word was spoken.  The trumpet sounded.

The armies rose.

Creatures gnawed at the bones, jumping to

Overtake their prey, wanting closeness, to smell

Sweetness, to taste goodness.

But as the body parts began to fight back,

Only to turn back into rubble,

I realized that with neither heart, nor brain,

They never stood a chance.