When Angels Cry

They left me no mercy. They left me no respect in humanity. What have I done to
them. Was it my fault that I was born like this. I am struggling to pull through thier
torture and still smile at them, for I no know not what is to cry. My face was made
smiling to put joy on my onlookers.
But fate it seems, my smile seems to increase thier smirk. They have destroyed my
home and now they lash out thier devices of torture at me. Stinging my body, my soul,
my spirit. I have never prayed for myself. But this one time I shall make a small
prayer before my last breath.

"Oh God, There are many of my brothers and sisters out there. Let them not even see
what I am experiencing. Keep them far in thier paradise away from the vileness
above. I pray for a day when we can all commune together, dine together. Not be
dined."

With that last prayer, I snorted my last through my blowhole. I think they cut my fin. I felt my body no more
vibrate on the trawler.


When shall peace be?


~fEelix