The world is at war<\/p>\n
This is the final war<\/p>\n
There will be no peace<\/p>\n
As most of the good men are dead<\/p>\n
I am hiding in the woods<\/p>\n
And am watching as the enemy soldiers<\/p>\n
Hunt for survivors<\/p>\n
Occasionally a rifle shot breaks the silence<\/p>\n
In my possession I have Joanna\u2019s wooden box<\/p>\n
It is a box of wonders<\/p>\n
As yet unopened<\/p>\n
I look up<\/p>\n
A soldier with a rifle is standing over me<\/p>\n
He shouts a command in a secret language<\/p>\n
More soldiers appear<\/p>\n
They are about to kill me<\/p>\n
I open the box for the first time<\/p>\n
And a red dragon appears<\/p>\n
And kills the soldiers<\/p>\n
One by One<\/p>\n
I leave the woods<\/p>\n
For the first time in twelve years<\/p>\n
Corpses rot in the frozen fields<\/p>\n
They have been ripped to pieces<\/p>\n
Bleached bones litter the winter grasses<\/p>\n
And she brought forth a man child <\/i><\/p>\n
Who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron<\/i><\/p>\n
From his throne of blood <\/i><\/p>\n
I beckoned a woman much raped towards the woods<\/p>\n
A place has been prepared for her by God<\/p>\n
There she would be fed and clothed<\/p>\n
And would stay with the wooden box<\/p>\n
For one thousand two hundred a threescore days<\/p>\n
Then upon my return she would reveal herself to me<\/p>\n
Clothed by the sun with the moon at her feet<\/p>\n
I would place a crown of twelve stars upon her head<\/p>\n
And we would engage in physical love<\/p>\n
For fourteen years and fourteen days<\/p>\n
Producing many children<\/p>\n
Who would rule the warring nations<\/p>\n
After my death<\/p>\n
As I had once done<\/p>\n
Joanna once again has her box<\/p>\n
And sits each day under the tallest tree<\/p>\n
Caressing its shallow relief<\/p>\n
She knows what it holds<\/p>\n
And has secreted its key within her person<\/p>\n
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