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Stadium

The system was the fairest that could conceive. Who can be completely impartial when life is giving his last breath
solved equations expressed the exact time of the end. Were agonists, the days were numbered.
were tried everything: chemical treatments, fasting, consult the oracle, animal sacrifice, orgies to continue childbearing. Extremists curtailed their own hands the affected areas of the body. Nothing worked.
begged me days and nights. Until they realized it was useless.
the depopulation of the churches, religions and disappeared finally and no one remembered the gods. We were alone.

all were gathered in the stadium and barely covered half the space.
On a platform in the center stood the chorus: The last ten deluded children who could express the messages of prayers pitcher.
treasured pitcher in his hands the last hope. If all went well the winners could continue with life and start anew.
The man stood on the platform. He was naked had covered his body with ashes. Children squirmed frantically around.
waved his finger like a baton gray. Symbiotic silent prayers danced. Danced in a brief flight, danced the story from the beginning, and out of each. Children drowned
sounds from their throats out of control. Sounds compulsive, jerky, like a bird canon disclosed.
were extended ends of the skin in a collective trance and symbiotic
The final two humans without blemish, a man and a woman were separated from the crowd. Man on the temple of a heron nested default. With its beak pierced the skull. Deposited eggs to warm shelter of blood. Del
her lap looked a emerald hummingbird, feeding on their bellies, and fertility.
Now I see my new creatures fly from tree to tree. With human faces sing hymns in a language I do not understand.
I do not cry. Do not need me I am your god. They understand that they alone have solved the dilemma. Resigned
await my last breath.