Kim Jon Ill is dead..he is dead...is this a dream...the night actually looks brighter..the north korean people crying in the streets look fatter,pink of health...is this for real...the newscasters sang the beautiful news of a heart attack...the melody of the very muscles cringing and whining as it magnificently.. kills the heartless desolate body its held captive in...the countless IVs and medical equipment liberated from the expiring torture of holding a lifeless corpse alive for so long...but not anymore..joyous liberty rang across the unforgiving state..in his palace a banquet of feast of the finest caviar,shark fin and exquisite wine sat somber ,not knowing that their brightest of prayers answered..their hopes of one day being thrown out in bags of rubbish only to be found like golden treasures by the commoner in the bleak cruel winter..to finally warm the belly of the begging child on the bitter streets that bites and tears the naked feet...almost coming true!Yet in between all the silent joys and thanksgiving ..whispers are heard of another leader to come.A well fed seal-like figure with copious amounts of lard hanging from face and belly alike..Yet we all ask the same questions,will it change?will the claws unclench a fraction or will it snap shut again with its prisoners shivering inside...no one knows for sure what will happen..as the smiling faces of generals with countless medals strewn on uniforms gather on the soft luxurious carpeted floors around their leader..in silent whispers the fate of a nation lies as the once bright night slowly but surely fades into but a memory nothing more...
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