As I jumped over the wired fence of the farm,
I felt guilt of throwing away my life purpose of  being of liking to your taste buds.
After all I was inferior to you,
After all I was born to be of use to you.
After all, I was just a an item when you  chose when you dined out.
I barely had left all chaos behind when I felt this feeling to go back to you being a slave to my taste.
As I was passing through the creak .
I saw my kind,not drowning in its own tears as a silent choir of suffering.
Suffocated with filth all around.
Instead it was as if the clouds itself had descended down to kiss the never ending meadows.
I was astonished that my kind of people were capable of having such a life,
An art  of thriving in a boundless world.
I heard faint sounds of the weeping lambs,
As I opened my eyes to see halls of blood.
I realised that all I had seen and felt all this time was just moments before my purpose in life was served.The seven minutes that I spent imagining how I could have lived.
-Opal