Invasion Of The Metallic Tong Monster

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox Flynn

Copyright 2015 Marvin Thomas Cox
DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox Flynn

His world was shrouded in darkness. Darkness was all he'd ever known; that and the
gurgling sounds of the surrounding world; a world that seemed to waltz in time to the beating
of a not too distant drum, not at all unlike the sound of his own beating heart, simply louder,
and, for some mysterious reason, comforting and relaxing.
Life was good. Life had graciously provided for his every need, food, water, and
warmth, all within the confines of his home. Some might think his home to be an overly
quaint, damp, and gloomy, one room tomb, but to him it was a mansion, a place where he felt
comfortable, safe, and secure. Perhaps, one day, in time the urge to move on to better things
might inspire him to leave the confines of this wonderfully perfect residence of
contemplation, meditation, and rest, but for now this was his home, and home was all he
needed, or desired. He wanted for nothing, lacked for nothing, at peace with the world and
the rhythm of that not too distant drum that assured him all was well ...

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It was a perfect sunny day outside of his darkened home when the invasion came.
There had been no obvious warning, no signs given that his world was about to change
forever. Well, that is, except for those brief moments, recently, when he had heard noises that
did not sound kind at all. And then, there had also been that change in the beating of that not
too distant drum. It was only a slight change in tempo, but somehow its rhythm had altered
its beating; not quite so comforting and restful as before, but now eerily and hauntingly
foreboding ...
Having never before witnessed that strange emanation known as light, his little eyes
were clueless as to what he was seeing. From total and complete darkness, to sudden blinding
attack, the creature invaded his world, the safety of his home, in one felled swoop; permeating
his existence and all that he was ...

All living creatures possess one common attribute as a survival instinct, and that
instinct is fear. If he could have run away he would have, but his little legs were not able to
carry him. If he could have fought back, he would have fought valiantly, but his tiny arms
were simply too small and too weak. If he could have screamed for help, he would have done
so, but he was helpless to make even a sound. All he could do was stare blankly at what his,
not as yet fully developed, eyes could see as only shadows within the invasive light.
 Absolute terror gripped him. Within seconds the invading metallic tong monster had
him within the grip of its powerful jaws, grappling at his tiny legs and arms one by one,
crushing and ripping them in the process, as the wicked creature worked viciously to
maneuver his tiny body around so that it could crush his head, and drag him from the safety
and security of his home, literally torn limb from limb; dismembered as if by some wild beast
of prey ...
In a matter of moments it was over, as the little boy, that could have grown up to be
President or a famous musician, faded into the darkness that once fed and nurtured him, any
and all consciousness now terminated. His tiny drum of a heart would no more beat to the
rhythm of that not too distant drum Without mercy, the metallic tong monster drug the
little boy from his mother's womb, piece by precious piece, to be disposed of, and later
processed for fetal cell research

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The boy was now but a commodity that was in very high demand. In fact, billions were
made by large corporations off of dismembered little boys and girls, just like him, each year,
all in the name of science, technology, and, of course, money. No one cared if the tiny boy
was helpless. No one cared if he was innocent of wrong doing past, present, or future. He was
just another unwanted child, and this was just a day like any other day in abortion clinics
across America, and throughout the world; a world ruled by selfish people, who just so
happened to be alive and enjoying the here and now, while exercising their rights to deprive
the right of life to others unable to defend themselves, or speak in their own behalf; relegated
to the status of rejected and discarded pieces of meat
And if, one day, mankind finds himself faced with an invasion by aliens from outer
space, will he not beg for that very same mercy denied the unborn, as the human race finds
itself relegated to the status of pieces of meat to benefit those who have come, almost
prophetically, to conquer the earth in visiting the sins of mankind upon his own head? Time
will tell. In the meantime, perhaps, we should reconsider how we spend our time on this
planet, and from whom we withhold mercy and life ...

(Written May 6th, 2015)