7/7 Thurs. ---

In the cracks and caverns the Old Gate of the East opened wide , Blood and Limbs rushed out without recourse, only the damned knew of the source. Many looked on in fear and stunned horror knowing, of course there was no time in which to wallow.
One great city was being punctured with pain, everyone sought for someone to blame. No one could express the sorrow they felt, no stretch of the imagination having been so less dealt.
Above the call of duty people were told to be on the line lest they be more cajoled in the chaos of design.
Into the city's' sewers and streams, know what the colour now in there seems , fear greets the eyes and horror fills the brains, when will brought home truths fill us with thought for the continuing struggle of the bodies we support
Tears and disaster , the terrors and the sad are the conflicting emotions that drive us all mad, for tear jerk Thursday.