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great line from Sting - "History, will teach us nothing."

Hello my name is Bad Fox I am a seventeen year old dyslexic from Manchester (England), I want to apologise in advanced if there are any spelling mistakes. This is my first poem I have written and is basically about how everyone is slowly dying but focused more on the soldiers on the battle field and how nothing will remain apat from a head stone on their grave. Its a bit depressing I know but oh well.

ThoughtShock: A Manifesto chapter 18,
 Last and final part (3) of the short story "As the Echo Fades" and of course this is the rough draft, as it still needs to be cleaned up and polished. However this is the script so far. I am curious to what you think of the ending? or even possibly the whole short story? Hoenstly when I first started working on it, I was not sure of the direction that I wanted to go. However through the chaos of it I feel I delievered on the message buried under the insanity!! Once again I hope you enjoy.

First poem posted on this site. I would love to hear how i can make this better. It is in the style of a Rubiyat, enjoy.

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