The breeze felt powerful
as it clashed against the surface of my skin.
The evening whispered
into my ear with a
warning screech of the danger ahead.
The vicious heat scorched the skin that
ENCASED
my imperfection of a body.
The birth of the fire
roared as it damaged the treasure of the land
and caused a scheme of black to be portrayed through the
human eyes.
The bodies swayed
with anger and screamed in a voice
that made the ears bleed with dread.
It is portrayed in the view of the human eyes as a
damaged piece of material.
That NO longer with have any potential value.
A price was going to be owed for the
im-
Pair-
Ment
of these imperfect creatures.
Soon the day for a
glorious revolution
would predictably occur.
The rebirth of these creatures would flourish
in a ceremony praising imperfection.
The human eye would yield to conclude the flaws of society.