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I want to write. But there's something that won't let me.
I want to talk. But when I do, my voice feels empty.
I want to help. But I'm becoming selfish.
I want to be me. But when I was, I would say that I hate it.
I want to live. But for the first time, I just don't feel motivated.
I'm a monster and a demon,
while we feast on chickens,
once alive and running around
all of their mothers weeping....
I'm a monster while the sheep
wails and are tortured.
I'm this boogey-man
which they say
while we feast on salmon.
Did God actually say
that systemically
we could use machines
and pump the steroids
into them,
from the age of children.
I'm the worse of mankind
You can try to surround
and destroy me,
after your lamb roast meal
and dessert of
forced  milked ice-cream
I'm a monster as you feast
on chicken tortured at the least
and your sunday roast,
of lambs reared for a slaughter
and you laugh like a flipped quarter.

Believe that you're morally correct,
as I travel around the coast.
I'm leaving my cabin,
experiencing
the country
I'm over
your toxicity
and good-bye
forever.
Dead
is
your meaning.
This is not meant for giving anyone a guilt trip but we are all guilty of it. We can't call ourselves monsters when we know how poorly animals are treated, which we eat. In other words, stop being hypocrites and fighting each other as we all live in sin. No one is above anyone when we are turn  a blind eye to ourselves. I am just as guilty and I don't deny it. Humans I regret hurting and of knowing animal suffering. I live with those demons and do my best not to them surface. I hate myself when I can't control them/
I questioned why criminals aren’t punished
And this is what they say,
I was told they only have their freedom taken away ,
For we are not to judge they say
We have to respect one another
No matter what they’ve done!
Will they ever learn
To respect us too
I haven’t got a clue!
But some do!

I worked in a prison as a nurse
No it wasn’t really a curse
I showed my respect
Didn’t ask what they had done
We all got on delightfully
In fact it really was quite fun!
In my fantasies,I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.

A shelf full of books,
Each page breathing me back to life,
Whispering i belong in between the lines .

A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filing the atmosphere with their fragrance.

And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As i read my favorite words
It's about the love I have for a silent home, blooming with flowers, a shelf full of books, and a warm fireplace

— The End —