the meaning
was lost in translation
yet he understood perfectly.
she wants him?
well, she will have him if its the last thing she does.
i have come to believe that we
yes we, [that means me and you and your next door neighbor
and all the little children and a d u l t s of the world]
are utter beasts.
animals.
we are animals.
we are no different than animals.
we steal and hurt and kill and rip apart
we wage our wars and we build our caves
in which we hide the souls that the god who loved
granted us.
we hid the gossamer jewels like they shamed our names.
we folded them carefully and tucked them away
and we pretended that they didnt matter
that their existence was merely certifying our humanity...
much less defining it.
but could that soul have defined your humanity,
had you let it?
we will never know..
for it remains b l o o d and tearstained in a shed
behind your shack
built from the veins of your prey
you animal.
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