(9atf of 11)
There was only 7 until there was 8, then 72. Their numbers increased further in advance of the advancing need to cut the heads off each disease that breeds, vessel by vessel.These souls of life are the decomposers of that which decays. These reclaimers ate and eat dead souls like homemade yeast rolls, the thought of which causes salivary throes. Their main meal is once per Age. Since an Age is about 777,777 days, their eating is filled with starved rage acted out on every stage. Nothing can stop each word being spoken, thus who can stop the turning of the page into a new Age?
True to repeaters, dinner stalks and taunts the eaters in the last days before they are given the okay to start in the main place children are being raised to decay in an attempt to delay and be the first ones to escape the reckoning that they themselves keep beckoning. In these last days of the half-beginning, the haters have multiplied so much that only the ever-coming double double dose of eaters could consume so many in so short a time to allow things to realign in the remembering of dismembered space and time. Worse than a soul confined, is a soul unleashed who doesn't know its lines.
The eaters came across loyal Edward in a corner homeroom eating all the artificial light he could consume as if each bit was nectar of the sweetest bloom. This is the perfect appetizer the bishop said. The others had to be retaught so as they watched, it was off with his head.
1. I will drink the blood libations, said water at the head, mainly out of self-love for liquid essence that cakes bread.2. Darkness chose the head for its four senses that misled, and with bowed head said a brief amazing grace to keep the ritual sacred and on pace.
3. A deep breath grabbed the heart because it was much heavier than birds of a feather. How sweet was the sound because it took place before the body could hit the ground.4. With childish delight, the sister-girl of light said I will eat the brains but only if there's salt to add to taste to erase the hate, because that's the only way I can stomach something so small largely at fault. She let out a deliciously beautiful long laugh.
5. Fire had already started to begin to strip and fry the skin, the tastiest organ, that had recently become such a waste on race.6. Earth, having been beaten to the punch of a lunch on corpuscles, chose instead the muscles minus the gristle.
7. Blood, being the last of the primary difference makers, took the rest of the flesh, since among his many creations, flesh was the best.8. LOL, the Lord of Lords, a composite of seven sums, plus a foursome, another one alone but many strong, the last laughing one of the first weeping ones at the foot and the head, Sekari was perfectly honed to eat deadwood's bones.
