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Born in Blood

how some monsters are born

By KuroHoshiPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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Born in Blood
Photo by Molly Blackbird on Unsplash

A warning, to the honest

Look for the flesh bags and run

An offering, to the civilian

Keep going, and never look back

They took everything we had

Branded into my skin

That we are different

You were an angel, slowly entering the garden

Among the animals and plants

From a distance, they look innocent

They cast long shadows while in the nude

They ate the apple and looked at you

Trying to tear your wings, limbs, every part of your body

Your soul, bonded with the scars

you reach for God for answers

As it rains, poured on this side of paradise

They were ban from the east side of Eden

You can't feel what's inside, rage born in another form

You don't want to hurt others, you would rather hurt yourself

Then I came into your life

Your hands weren't made of flesh anymore

For what the world has done inch by inch they darken like the eclipse

You say "It can't happen like this"

But you know it's right, you want justice, you want to take the time

That they took away from you

As you leave and guard Eden, you feeling guilt for they got away with it

The gate is dusty and you look behind you, you can hear me

Your not human, not even an angel now

You feel your feet moving the another tree

Pears dangled with glowing power

Envy grabs hold and pride takes a bite

With hope spitting out the sour flavor

Regretting, but this is our time

Knowing your growing with your teeth, sharp and strong

Horns long and tall, burning red

Our skull growing into a wolf but only with bones

Shedding blood, skin, and hair

It's so clear that we fit the part

Your hurt, and I'll protect you

As the gods smite us with lightning and thunder

It will energize us, feed us even!

This is what the world has done to us

We aren't the only ones

When we exit the poor garden

Rebirth into this brave world

There's other misfits, monsters, and some who they call demons

Yet we are the few in numbers

Small voices to the booming majority

We have nothing to lose, that's the difference between them and us

We are hunted for our looks and powers

even though we are called the hunters and ruthless

We are only giving what is given to us

Carnage

Violence

Fear

We are not this by nature but it is what they nurtured in us.

Hide, fight, run, and get ready for the rumors

They never got to know us

They instead got their weapon ready for war

Told us we are the problems in their world

So then we become

Myths

Folklore

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So then we leave in peace as they fear us bit by bit

The world could not be ready for monsters

Who speaks the truth of humans

Being the ones who killed us first

sad poetry
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About the Creator

KuroHoshi

A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star

I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind

Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate

Profile Pic made by milkymisul

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