Samarah's Law

Where is it? This fucking happiness I'm supposed to have for keeping to myself? How pleasant it is must be to forge one’s self with lustrous tools; resources abound. As if to say, “Here is my lumber, here are my nails, but where is my house?” Of course, if I just stay the path my goodwill shall cure ailments and flaws alike! Eureka! How dumbfounded I must look to you, the oh so wise, oh so prophetic, humble cherubs of splendor. I beg ye, bestow your hidden knowledge learned from your travels abroad in exotic lands and of peoples barbaric. Oh, missionary, save my savage soul so I too may find divinity in this civil world. Blessed am I to grace tracks of your robe dragging in dirt along a trail of enlightenment. What labors you must have endured. May sweat from your brow baptize us, young savior. For had you not bellowed your good fortune and desire to heal, our lament would still be over-encumbering. The philosopher-king the oracles foretold has arrived, the prophecy bares true!

You must have withered away in such and rot and filth to analyze vulnerabilities of others; of disenfranchised. Tell me of grief and loss, cancers laid. What values did you forsake molting in the dark? What cold and damp bedding did you clamor to when your will had shattered? Did you too shake with shallow breaths from eluding gazing eyes of old companions, fearful they too would see your shame? Share with me all attempts to never wake again. Are those mornings crisp in your mind with the day’s rising dew? Sweet gardener, feed me fruits from your soil of misery, with a harvest of heartache, bountiful.

What?! Your experiences shallow and your tongue untamed? Through treachery or arrogance do you deceive us? What tainted heresy do you bring to our lands? What cowering ghoul bedevils us downtrodden and muddied? How dare you sing to indoctrinate. How dare you take the last bit of gold that made our hearts rich. Unhinge your jaw and be gone serpent. The bastard in you is not the bastard in me.