A rumination on pain

The stitched-in torture of nightmare

The rented Witches’ Familiar

Whose beady eyes make sure

Their Lord’s work be done

To us, the chosen ones

The sweat of our spirits

Runs from our eyes and our noses

Our pleas are lost

Like screaming into the wind

What have we done?

Oh God, what have we done?

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