Heroes and Villains


Shut up, quiet you fool! You’re losing cool.  Will not be quiet, must riot! 😡 😠 mad as, fuming that the veil gets (sweeping statement) all this attention for drawing attention to erstwhile dimensions of OUR collective pain (jealous?). They really like it, don’t they? Its the pits. I’m sad, but I guess its true, and, being true now what to do? Continue doing what has been done, two hundred times two plus one (guilt, the guilt of doing nothing)? Willed to our descendants, your continued coronation? What can veils speak of runaway brides’ frustrations? Rambling rambling flows their words, tumbling tumbling into verbs. (scuffs) The irony of shining light on cruel tales of one’s own might. The fabled wolf of storybooks came to life and overtook the ill-begotten silent lamb, a bumbling pirate of penzance. Oh the guilt of being roped in, lapping up this cup (of sin). From platformed tables fell the crumbs and like a fool, I ate it up (the sin within). I am implicated. Oh calamity! I cannot help but reminisce on the roots of roots who got the best of us and then, like you, cosplayed villains and heroes too. Heroes and villains, two in one save for the Holy Son. Check the mirror and as I stare, find a hero and a villain breathing there. 

by: Planted Black Prose

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