{"sf1_id":802008,"sf2_id":"214jX3Km","title":"A wry Epiphany","author":"Drias","words":49,"posted_at":"2014-12-31T10:34:00.000Z","tags":["Emotion","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/802008-a-wry-epiphany","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214jX3Km","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c7/19/c7195c77-579c-4cd7-ba47-82a09ea26d08","description":"#5 of Poetry and Scribblings","content":"When the hallowed grounds are breached,\n\nAnd the blood starts to stain the sacred earth,\n\nA waste starts to spread slowly,\n\nCreeping underneath my skin,\n\nMaking me aware that the things I hold dear,\n\nAre merely illusions,\n\nthe shades of gray,\n\nThat start to form the epiphany,\n\nOf today.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry and Scribblings","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/802002-euphoria.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/802009-transforming.json"}}