Desire for Peace

The darkness blankets the land.  I am wrapped in a steel gown, but they still rush my gates.  I try to just stay conscious of it all.  The strength of what they place on me is a disorganized torture scheme.  I reach out on an internet of bliss and lies.  Judgement rains like a force from the moon.  Batons stand ready.  I submit to the cruelty and just press record in my brain.  I must believe that it is all for a higher purpose.  Nagasaki, you are not Hiroshima, but don't they both get a similar commentary.  My body is bruised, but my eyes still light at night.  Whispers of a Wiccan demon are there every day as I try to sleep.  She is a woman, in body, who never stops her negative and dehumanizing speech, and believes that she is so pristine.  I am sure she says it of me as she slams the door for the sixth time in an hour.  I am a mirror.  I am clean, and your demonic just plays out of your piehole as a label for me.  I feel as if the time has come for the population to identify you properly.  No more mercy, just as you have treated me.  Beloved photographs that you stole from me right away is still a pain for me.  Well, I am here to be made new.  My past is important to a Buddha heart from a different time.  He will gather what is best.  He will love me beyond the rest.  He will keep me warm at night, and cool when the sun is blazing.  No more entry without desire.  Pain is in the future for you and those like you demon woman.  It is just your KARMA.