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Once i made up my mind to find the monster,
causing all the misery in the planet.
So I set out on a journey to save earth and it's inhabits.
I first encountered a scrawny boy with no arms.
"Oh my god, i promise I'll not leave that vile beast without doing any harm"
I said to him while he just replied with a warm smile.
But it wasn't just warm, it was extremely hostile.
It craved revenge but was powerless.
But as usual, that feeble human laughed at all this mess.
Second, i met a woman with a swollen face.
She claimed that an acid attack,
had severely cost her grace.
I concluded, that only that monster could have done this cruelty.
But who on earth gave him the authority to ruin that beauty?
I then ran into a girl near my age.
She was dressed as a bride and was probably attempting to escape.
She saw me and stated, "They're really horrible"
I questioned her, "Was your marriage forcible?"
She chuckled,
"I was just one of the animals who escaped from being beheaded"
"And now loneliness is the only direction where I'm headed"
I really wanted to help her,
but there are some fights that you have to fight alone.
Frankly, nothing has changed and yet only my hunger increased to overthrew tht monster from the throne.
I was running low on food when this weird looking man,
dressed as a woman appeared before me.
He noticed me staring and said,
"Sometimes I just want to flee"
"Why?" I asked as he handed me some food.
"Because no matter what we transgenders are always refused"
"I'm sorry, but i really hope you can one day confide in yourself"
I got up and continued my journey due to the being's help.
And once again i blamed the monster for his sufferings.
But all these people kinda left me wondering.
And that was when I realised...
The monster that i was looking for was there all the time.
Humans are the one who ruined the things everytime.
And the funny thing is that they claim that they side by peace.
But if that is true then why is the misery and misfortune in every street?
Scenario of Stressful life situational defamation of one's character, Car accidents
beyond one's control consecutively, unbalanced mind. Defilement and forcible
violation of one's body and soul, A firearm aimed toward one's head to inflict fear, explosive force against one's will.
Following homelessness, defamation of one's
character, loss of generations from Grandma,
coming after Father oncoming now Mother
loss of sentimental heartstrings shattered. No
one to have a heart to heart, to counsel, to ease one's anxieties, who to trust and one's likelihood. Mental illnesses you had a tight grip on one's powers of thoughts, as a result bad choices were made.
Axed dent of circumstances
finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints
obliges forcible adherence
synchronizing Circadian rhythm
forcibly linkedin within paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining
involuntarily ceding cradle to grave
man made artificial construct
(dismissing one living away
off the gridlock)
co-opting every precious moment
comprising hour quotidian existence
to sustain swiftly styled
harry tailored lifestyle
affording bajillion *****sapiens
luxury to scold frantic scramble,
freedom to scurry frantically
twenty four seven madcap rat race
formerly existing (millenniums ago)
as "noble savage"
ah...remember those glory days
now, grudgingly,
niggardly... unwittingly
compromising pleasant dreams
jarring deeply slumbering
body electric groggily awake
liberty, courtesy alarming wake up
to toil away making dem
big dearly beloved bucks
essentially entering holy grail
searching made more worthwhile
thankless fracas, fray, fraught
pitting one beasty boy against t'other
survival of fittest in overdrive
(Charles Darwin taken aback),
how origin of most ruthless species
went a courtin for dazzling,
jazzy, regal trappings
supposedly to ease
grueling laboring mind numbing
lumpenproletariat, when after
devoting, sacrificing, venerating...
prime mating years
take respite, and
hire oneself out
as independent contractor,
versus sedately pathetic mundane...
you bet your life
in relation to this
self ostracized scrivener.
We the People,
time is swiftly to come,
as we continue to perish
for rejecting knowledge,
that belongs to earth youth.
There are greater mysteries
within the heart of man,
which he will never know
until his star has lost it brilliancy.
Man, woman, and child is a star
restraint to their bodies,
longing to be free
from pain,
sorrow,
grief,
suffering,
depression,
suicidal,
poverty,
rape,
torture,
and mistreated.
As the soul enters
back into the cycle of time
it gets a glimpse
of it future death.
Screaming,
pleading,
and forcible,
the soul is ejected
back within the uterus
as being present,
until it sound is called.
Persistence
Written: by Miracle Man
12-20-2019
The memory of bad things have been made easier to endure,
When I’ve recognized that due to them some good was often born.
The character that I’ve demonstrated in coping,
was directly linked to my actions, not idly wishing.
Whatever success life has afforded me didn’t come through forcible entry,
but through prayerful pursuit, and thus entered through an open door.
My best achievements often long labored,
under God’s caption “Work In Process”.
And the one thing I will never be remembered for,
are things not started.