An Apology Written In Bloodmy love,An Apology Written In Blood by ~TheMustacheArtist
a star fallen from the gaunt dark skies of endless worry and guilt. you have stayed by my side through endless trials, and a revolution that would perhaps one day change us all.
you preached my words to countless bloods, swarms of people who dared to listen to the words of a mad man and a tireless group of his followers. each one interested in one and only one thing, a dream of hope, equality, and most of all.
a new world, no longer filled with hopeless tyrants. a new dawn of a new age, never more to be discriminated against, for, and by a mere color.
a mere anger fueled by rage and fearful doubts.
for what could happen if we as a race, were seen as equals? what charges, spoken words, torturous expulsions could be made against us?
a people raised to view ourselves as nothing more than a working class. a lower spectrum born into slavery and deception only to be defiled, over worked, abused, thrown down, expected to obey, and finally destroyed by wishful words such as *
What If Gods Recreated The WorldWhat if existence, was reversed by the gods?What If Gods Recreated The World by ~TheMustacheArtist
Interior designs seduced by durational pulls.
Derailing our tools. Which so gladly, we over pay for. We find a way for. Yet we fall again.
What if love of humanity and race was a lie. One covered solemnly by lucid smile and wicked blood. Love bestowed upon the wrong being. One unable to contain proper light. One with sadder upbringings, and industrial abuse.
What if royalty was kind. Kind enough to spare, slaughter and finally devour their soulless prey. Ones once mistreated and loved, yet unloved, pierced through with gaudy rings and laser rayed guns.
What if it was no such sad clown, mad clown crazy for device. What if it was simple structure, simply pleasure to replace such a vice.
What if a grateful yet intrepid subject, subject to only god and witness lay motionless. Now ready to repay morality with a sacrifice of self dignity. A sacrifice consisting of anything, and everything he could have at some point held dear.
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