Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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Stuck (Shine)
And the Sun shone, casting away the clouds.
I was never part of it.
There I lied.
I was it and not it.
I never knew.
The level of thought.
I was the hunted and then the caught.
Yet left with guilt and bereft due to perfection others had laid me shown.
There was no label before.
But. Now there is a collar, with my name.
For which I am worn.
The little foetus leaving birth.
Empty enough in its shell to not able to give renewal.
Hatred brings truth to this feeling.
Sunglasses pervade unable to see.
Yet the Sun still shines, burning my face.
I have become nothing more than a joke.
Their blindfold persists to my eyes.
Freedom I want.
But I cannot see.
It seems those with that knowledge are blessed.
Resistance makes me a pariah.
The sun shone and the clouds have come to shade.
In that darkness, its arrival brings shame.
Shame and its tainted name.
That name blights flesh.
That flesh reeks of death and its pointless servant purpose.
I am not.
I am but meat.
The veal that gushes blood.
The Sun will shine on the unfettered lamb.
Shine. Shine.
Favour brings to those of the lost.
An expense made in the wealth of cost.
Innocence remains so perfectly.
That branding will shed skin to become a hidden scar.
With it, albeit of nothing, there is hope.
Shine on.
Live on.
Shine.
Shine...