From beginning to end—if there is an end.
From the open door, from the blood left behind,
do you still insist on staying?
Who are you? Butcher.
Do you still think you’ll see tomorrow?
You know we’ll continue to be
broken things.
#poppyplaytime
Every piece of clay—polished,
crushed—was placed inside us,
inside our embittered souls.
Searching for shelter, for escape.
But there is no safe haven.
No one hears you, no one will hear you;
you have no mouth, but you must to scream.
They make your life a living hell,
put you in chains, lay you in their beds,
and force you into a deep sleep.
@exp1170 Sorry, chapter 1 came before the text, and I'm working to get everything organized. The chapter text doesn't exist, but I'll give it to the text of chapter 5.
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