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[aid] => mick
[title] => stoned by the Children of the House of Glass
[time] => 2004-01-31 03:22:05
[hometext] => it's not hard to figure out
[bodytext] => they surrounded me on that fragmented day their eyes hateful orbs of accusation i stood innocent of guilt yet guilty of difference that they saw only as evil as if choreographed they each stooped together to gather jagged stones and i stood in the center betrayed, i stood alone their mouths formed words of anger their mouths dribbled venom of hate my mouth cloned a perfect spiteful smile to rob them of as much pleasure as i could they're children lined up to spit on me i smiled and hissed and spoke in tongues slobbering and twitching laughing as they screamed and fled playing the role i'd been assigned the hooded one came forth smearing the blood of slaughtered swine upon my face and chest i bit his hand, drawing blood of my own and grinned with crimson teeth as he struck me again and again chained to heavy stones as if i'd try to escape as if i feared the pain to be suffered for these apes the hooded one gave the signal and each arm drew back to throw i stretched out my arms to mock their king and stared into the cold sunless sky i was the eye of a violent storm as the cloud-eyed fools rained down their stones breaking skin and breaking bones in silence i stood and i stood alone the last stone struck my blood smeared face and i screamed a scream of feral rage that echoed off the canyon walls to produce a chorus of howling demons prowling for entrance to the cobwebbed halls of righteousness unchained robed in white to be baptized in the river of salt a burning kiss for every wound and they laughed at pain left to imagination for all my screams where bit back by smiles finally to the House of Glass where every follower throws stones ignorance paints the walls so white as blood stained hands mar every mask of purity made to kneel before the blessed Stone for their god was a rock that they threw at the world behind me they stood each one naked and proud they knew no shame for they feared the very Tree that set the mother and father of sin free of designed stupidity and as they chanted their brainwashing hymns i urinated on their holy Stone and i stood to face the homicidal mass ready to die i stood alone [comments] => 5 [counter] => 269 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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