Containment

I kneel to the sunrise and feel light emanate from my heart.  Kills are made around me, and I recognize the peace that it brings.  Being an island baby, I must see many things.  A machete takes me through the jungle, but can also decapitate the enemy with just one blow.  A smile on my face meets with a fire in the sea.  A conch shell is my cell, and a porpoise my wave machine.  I soothe the vicinity with my curiosity and play.  Torture is part of every day, but I must see the sand and sea to level my mind for the proper containment system to grow deep inside of me.