How I've suffered so. Bandits, with swords waving in the air, torches burning sulphur into my eyes, their hollers and cries instilling fear, came to my home, carried away my love, her soft lips screaming, piercing my heart, deep ocean eyes wild, broken, making rivers; They torched my home; with fire and smoke they burned away the sweat and youth i had spent long ago. And when i, who had not eaten for 5 days, starving to the point of complete insanity, grab a small lemon to quench my thirst, the government chopped off my hand. How I've suffered so. I stood on high ground and watched; Gazed upon the lands the gods had bestowed upon us; felt the force of the spirits content; saw my people feed their souls. And the Great Spirit showed me a vision: A white horde would come before us, divine creatures, friends with amazing magic, and they would live together with us, harmoniously. Then they would slaughter us. I watched as they punched holes into my son's head, and as the sword came down to chop off my head. How I've suffered so. In the dark lonely night, I waded. All around, sounds overwhelming, darkness buzzing with so much activity, even here, in the middle of nowhere chains slowed my movements. Above, the clouds covered eternity, and the moon fought the black sky like i used to fight the sun out in the fields. The white warrior in the sky guided me as i fought against the chilling river. As i fought against fate and lost. White monsters emerged from the trees, tied me up, and chopped off my tongue. How I've suffered so. Stuck in a run down town surrounded by ghosts, spending my time in a small bleary room full of steam, sweat, white heat, I fought the subtle efforts of the white demons to send me back to hell. I twirled endlessly stranded in stopped time; in each dollar i made a lifeline to my own blood. As i moved about the great machine mist enveloped me. As i worked to keep hope alive the mechanical demon chopped off my finger. How I've suffered so. So much hate directed towards me, so much hate directed outwards, that i am blinded by all except red black yellow White And-- hate becomes my blood pouring out of my skin my heart my very souls and chops off my Humanity.
Reason for writing:
O the Suffering Humanity!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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