This is our story,
the episodes of our
slavery.
In our tale,
the Haunter is the
hero.
He is the winner.
We dream of snares,
we lived in prisons.
In the high walls of
our Haunter,
We buried our hope.
I particularly,
married the chains.
Breakfast at sunset,
sunset at noonday.
Maybe we were wired
for sorrow.
Born for grief.
Our Haunter's delight.
Here is a wonder,
The Haunter's is ashamed.
We have learned the
rules.
Embraced the burden of
freedom.
For all our stripes,
we bleed life.
Wow marvelous!
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