Emancipation

Illustrated by Ella Clayton.

Why hast thou created me so?

A creature of envy lust and desire all carved into nothingness, to only will and not make.

Why hast thou forsaken me so?

If to be made into such a beast, why do I lack the seven heads? At least let me be ridden so.

Why hast thou allowed me so

To have such sinful thoughts it pains and burdens me so?

Why hast thou permit me so

To act as I wish, a sin of its own, for any act by a sinner is a sin of my own.

What hast thou become?

A fleeting concept losing its vigour to worldliness.

What hast thou planned?

For no longer is your presence tolerated in such halls as you once ruled.

What hast thou willed?

Your will no longer binds us; we sons and daughters claim nonexistence as a birth-right.

How hast thou faltered?

Oh, the debauchery! The sin! Such freedom you never permitted, oh how your failures reign.

How hast thou been lost?

You as your father was before, and your sons after, now memory for those who wish to

suffer.

Thou hast no longer any part of our days.

We bid you farewell while we step deep into the marsh we live out of.

So, embrace me! Great whore of Babylon! Embrace me!

I may lack the seven heads, but I still crave to bring such joy to rest.

To be no longer shackled by a man without a father; to be free unto vice and sin,

For no sin is too low, no vice brings one down. Only will strives to the destination we all ride.

So thus, thou hast left us, but the great beast we knew still roams

As we all bow to the leviathan the true power of this day and age.

So, rejoice, thou! For with more suffering from the beast, more will flock to your house,

For thou claimed only thou can defeat such things.

But thou! We have brought a bigger beast and suffered not your will.

So be gone! And let us wallow in sufferings of our own choice.

For in such choice still belays the essence of one

The heart the soul the will the dreams the mind the body the joy the life

The Choice.