Thursday, February 23, 2006

...to more I have to yield...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you. . .

Day of the Diminution,
23rd dawn of the Festival of Purifications,
Year of the Caminus Canis

7th day in the life of a Slave


Heart of a Slave



A slave shackled with the Chain of Crudus Animae shall have no claim on none. All that has flow from the shackled limbs of the slave shall be mark property of the Master that is A Slave. All that he own, he owned no more.

Not even his heart. . .

The light of this day seem seemingly searing. The Demon greatly hesitates to lift the lids of his hollowed eyes for every time the eyelids lift, a drop of a man shame drops. Every time the lids kiss each other, the fear of a man screamed. The Demon could neither be awake nor be let to slumber.

"Sleep is just a word for a Slave to a Slave of Lucre. . ." whispered the invisible walls that prison the Demon.

This slavery that the Demon is in, is a choice made by the forceful willingness of a strayed heart. A heart that answer to all less the chest that it resides in. Much like a bitch's bastard, the Demon's heart heeds not his call. It is not the fault of the heart but the demented compassion and love of the Demon, the so called master.

Compassion and love, great emotions but if one is not weary and not learn to have them as one own, they would turn to such torturous tortures if. To let them free would be similar to letting a bastard run without a leash. Who so ever chance by the bastard and leash it, would be his master.

"HA HA HA! Stupid being! If such is the notion, why must you so ignorantly have them? Why should you love and be compassionate if its you who would be marred when Apollo sets down to rest? HA HA HA. . . Stupid being!" laughed the lords that reign in the Demon’s brimstone heart.

"Because I need to love. Because I need to be loved. . ." whim the Demon.

A slave shackled with the Chain of Crudus Animae shall have no claim on none.

Not even his heart. . .

A slave shackled with the Chain of Crudus Animae have no rights to neither beg for understanding, compassion nor be given the crumbs of love. Instead, it is the duty of the slave to give them in great numbers. He should always yield to his Domicus Amoris' will and whimpers. Even the direction to where the corners of his lips points to is not his own.

A slave shackled with the Chain of Crudus Animae is the lowest of all Pariahs.


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I, Slave


The flight of my heart,
brought no winds but storms,
to the shadows that I hoped,
to shade me from the jeers of the sun.

Thus to the sky,
these hand I give,
so that my heart would die,
so that the shadows are free to flow.

Whip O sky,
the front of my back,
so the blood that flows,
would make the flowers grow.

Take O sky,
these drops of a man shame,
so that O mighty sky,
the earth shall not cry.

Bow do I to you O sky,
as a slave that is I.

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In another time, another tale will come.
Maybe, of the things that the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
But for now, the Demon would rest.

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GLOSSARY

Crudus = bleeding
Animae = breath of life
Lucre = money
Adfero = (try guessing)
Cor Cordis = seat of emotions
Aevum = time of life
Apollo = sun god
Domicus = owner
Amoris = love

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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Everybody needs to be loved.

demonsinme said...

yup lil' kiddo

everybody needs to be love, but the question is, of what kind of love?

thewailer said...

money...enslaves us all with it's numbers. I feel a certain numbness but a thorough realization after reading this entry.

demonsinme said...

master wailer,

True money IS indeed enslaving. And money is conivingly wicked and decieving too. If it cant't twist our arms, It'll twist our ears and if it can't do any, it'll make others do it to us.

But then, the world that we know is not the world as we know it with out money.