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I have been longanimous, I have been cursed good
strolling the thoroughfares, feeling the warmness of noble gas
utility me inside...

I have wandered the world, understood the tears as they form seas
...of sharp mountains, etched windows, and doors to no return
seen the colors of people twisted out on a revolving wheel
felt the elation, the complaints of labored heart
...gasping, breathing, inspiring memories,...trying not to breath
anymore- wanting to keep those thoughts inside
till' they turn blueish, and collapse before your pedestal

I've walked in ellipses; finding more bodies in the passageway'
no...more.... was the land beautiful, for it'd been torched for too long
the facial expression lay flattened upon wrinkled flesh, tackiness carved

They damned the children of their world, for the down-sizing
husking little faces of smiles, tearing away their self-worth, scattering
their souls over barren-less plateau's...
They flipped them down three-flights of a dungeon, told them this is
what you've done; billowing skeletons fall hard to the icy floor
achy, symptom, they move slowly, to a aphotic shadow of the room...
pulling their knees close to their chests, and wrapping their arms around
bony bodies...

The door at the top of the steps wide-eyed, and a cyclone full of scraps were
thrown down the stairs...but... no child scrambled to the bottom to get them
They sat there... staring into nothingness, into an empty space, their own
little Nirvana...

Hours passed, and the dungeon pets began feeding on the scraps, chowing down
a feast fit for king strikebreakers, and rodents...Dark eyes stared on, through their minds
hardly, moving in a trance, dreaming of other things...

One boy from the farthest shaded corner stood up, his back weak...
We must rise up, we are the endowments of continuance... We must fight the demon men
Show them we cannot be treated like this... Do you want those men to come and
get the girls again, use them for their own selfish needs... We owe it to ourselves
to rise high, it won't be simple, some of us may even die...but we will of at least
stood up to the animals, and ourselves... Our own parents let us live in filth, must
we allow them this pleasure...

All of a sudden....
white light began filling the dungeon room... millions of tiny angels, each taking a child, standing them, straightening shoulders, adjusting tiny backs, each holding a child up.... The door at the top of the steps opened, and one of the white lights motioned for the children to pass through... When, all the children had passed through, they inhaled a large mouthful of air, renewing, refreshing... one tiny girl ran to the center of the court yard... began shouting, “Lets teach these people a lesson.”, but an angel went to her... “It's not your job to punish little one... “, she replied as she pointed to the sky, “They will be judged at the threshold of their own world, in their own time, but for now... you must fly the land, search for children like you and your friends...”...