Drenched with self loath, a loathsome disease I am. Burying my dreadful sins behind an affable facade I jostled through the crowd. Alas, in solitude I breathe again. I shuddered and let out a cry as I heard clamorous chants trimming through the silence I fondly called my home. Toppled to my knees in fear, defeat, disgust and despair, I clawed my nails deep into my flesh to maul my pretence in vain. Voices grew to ugly, raucous yowls, they slyly importuned me to shards.
Generations hence shall burn, in the fire ignited by the powerful and corrupt. Hatred and vengeance shall boil their blood for as long as they live. For a pain they carried like a trophy and never allowed to heal. Volatile emotions, that had been put to rest... shall once again come alive and detest men not like them. For petty gains and to inflate a punctured ego they... the manipulators resorted to fanning the dying embers.