I Died Four Times
Inked wax
Oiled blood
Black with red highlights
Eating dirt with a spoon
No food
The bugs are already
eating me away
Where is the
dignity I was
promised?
The honor of being a man?
I now laugh and spit in the
face of such a stupid idea.
I will never be human.
All those who know my name
will die before they say it.
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