Some called them The Angels. Others spoke of Aliens or Demons. We whispered in hopes that we were saved. The wars that had raged for decades, ended. The sun broke through the clouds. Food grew on fields that had been dry for years. For the first time we felt the joys of being alive. We celebrated. Then we were torn apart. Like turkeys being fed up for Christmas, we were docile and tame.All Rights Reserved
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