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Don't you dare judge me;
- you would have done the same,
if the gun was pointed behind your back?
- - Don't judge me!
Surrender to breathe another breath
or resist the inevitable defeat;
- my nerves ached
and soon numbed over from
- - barbed wire threats,
the only way out was betrayal.
I had no room for morality
when I felt the knife in my hand;
- that was ready to stab
my brother's back.
- - Though I felt not his pain
I only felt my death, ten fold...
Brain washed, not entirely true,
I had all my thinking capacity;
- but only my narcissistic delusion
kept my self centered heart alive,
- - to pump treasonous blood
through my veins.
So don't judge me,
I did what I was told to survive.
- Now I must live forever
in a concentration camp,
- - of prisoning skin, filled
with shame.
- you would have done the same,
if the gun was pointed behind your back?
- - Don't judge me!
Surrender to breathe another breath
or resist the inevitable defeat;
- my nerves ached
and soon numbed over from
- - barbed wire threats,
the only way out was betrayal.
I had no room for morality
when I felt the knife in my hand;
- that was ready to stab
my brother's back.
- - Though I felt not his pain
I only felt my death, ten fold...
Brain washed, not entirely true,
I had all my thinking capacity;
- but only my narcissistic delusion
kept my self centered heart alive,
- - to pump treasonous blood
through my veins.
So don't judge me,
I did what I was told to survive.
- Now I must live forever
in a concentration camp,
- - of prisoning skin, filled
with shame.
Literature
Sunrise
paper cranes
that carry prayers
to a rising sun
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Successor
Thrown in a box, shunned from the world.
(Placed on a pedestal, shown off to the world.)
Grey dust collected at the very top, acting as a soft blanket, comforting lonely days.
(Spotlights beaming on you, accompanied by astonished gazes, marveling over your glory.)
Days drag on when everything's this dark.
(They say time flies when you're having fun.)
Tallies marked on the box for each day completed.
(You pray for these days to never end.)
One more drab day to survive, with happiness deprived.
(A bright and early morning, with smiles bound to transpire.)
Energy depleting, sanity dwindling slowly.
(Shining vivid light, pores leaking
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Amnesia
Blackness....
.....only.....
....surrounded by faces......
Unknown......watching.....what.....where....
......white walls......white....
as the space inside
my........mind......
....voices.....speaking....names....sounds...
I...cannot.....
identify
....places......photos......sights.....sounds....
lost......somewhere...
inside.......please.....
gasping.....for....a.......breath....a....moment....
haunted.....by.....this....shadow
of me
.....a life.....lived........not mine
yet......who is that......
like......a....Doppelganger....
.....mocking...
from behind laughing eye
is it?
can it be?
but........who.......am.......I
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I had this spontaneous combustion from a friend's book. The Kindly ones ((i forget the author)) but in the foreword the main point the author said was -- Don't judge me, you would done the same? -- My point, is how you will feel persecution's domination. In some cases you might resist but if you treasured your life -- you would give in -- to anything to save your own skin; even if you had to kill your brother? ((And when I mean by brother, I meant it as an associate, or close friend.)) I say "Don't judge me" because I want you to think if you how you felt, if or when, you done something just as wrong... so; did you like it when someone that didn't know you -- judged you? And will you be strong enough to go through what the speaker experienced? Would you have done what he has committed?
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Probably even if someone would try to kill me if I didn't kill a dear to me person, the feeling of unreality and the unpossibility to just harm someone you love, would play it to the other side. I don't think I would ever be able to kill someone, even if someone would try to kill me otherwise.
But it doesn't mean I don't understand that some (or maybe most, depends on the quality of their life I guess) won't be able to let someone kill them if there was an escape. I won't judge them. Just pity them.
But it doesn't mean I don't understand that some (or maybe most, depends on the quality of their life I guess) won't be able to let someone kill them if there was an escape. I won't judge them. Just pity them.