Posterity Stories

Survival, in my world, we, the posterity are taken, and experimented on, and the ones that are normal, they are free, but the ones that aren't are never seen again. I am the first survivor, the only one in history, who isn't normal that managed to escape. Ever since then, I never stopped running, and I will never stop running.

There comes a time when Men need, for their own self-preservation, to say no. A poem and its explanation. Touches on a man in war. The 26th of July year 2017. Written on a gloomy Wednesday evening.

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