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+uncharming veneer
+2020-04-19
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+***
+
+azurite conviction, standing in a field
+as you threaten to so violently your fingers wield
+to rip from me the life I was entitled
+to live as compensation for being denied the wild
+
+to claim that I as your blood am wrong
+for refusing to join such a violent throng
+to condemn my brothers and sisters in humanity to the fire
+just so I could sit by your side and strum some lyre?
+
+for once in my life,
+I am glad to know how to exit
+for now I have the power to forbid
+that dark fate where the world is your slave
+and humans mere toys to fulfill your whims
+
+"this is not the future I choose."
+
+mother's compassion, soft fingers across my cheek
+as I flagellate myself for being too weak,
+to see the end of the world until it was at my front door,
+for neglecting the battle until it became a war
+
+"dry your tears
+and face your fears,
+else risk losing
+your best years."
+
+but how are you supposed to fight an enemy
+which does not exist,
+which *cannot* exist,
+which cannot be uttered by your tongue?
+
+how are you supposed to fight back
+when any action you take
+will ensure your fate is to be hung?
+
+to be strung up in the sky,
+a goddess in your own right,
+as you speak only in starlight,
+denied the chance to say goodbye
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander