Sunday, November 8, 2020

Servants of The Sins of The Forefathers | Poem by Brad C. (OtakuDante)

 Servants of The Sins of The Forefathers


Castrated by censorship

Tongues cut & cauterized just short of the lip

Conjoined in capitulating communities

Unable to hear, unable to speak, unable to see

Lying in a bed of lies

Restful dreaming below the darkened skies

The flames burning underneath the lit charcoal

Burning all the way down to your soul

You can't escape the hell you're chained to

 And just do as you're told to do

Despite the pain, despite the fear

The picture now it's perfectly clear

You've been had, it's all done

And the hardest lesson of all has only just begun.

 

- Brad C. (OtakuDante), Nov. 8, 2020

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