I am a creature

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I am a creature, a wretched and twisted thing.

A mockery of humanity better left to it's solitude so as to not inflict its vile nature upon the hearts of others.

Alone where is I am and alone is where I will stay.

I would not haunt others with my pain like monstrosities of days past.

The truth of my self is one of shuddering inadequacy.

Put plainly, I fall short.

I am a Cane who has killed no Abel.

Unmarked, but still unwanted.

Sympathy is all I ever will receive from another person outside of scorn.

Oh the looks!

They may not kill but they certainly cut.

Leaving invisible scars of unfathomable depth.

Ironically theses scars seem to be the only armor I possess against the cutting eyes of onlookers.

There tissue thick as rawhide from the constant painful stares.

I am a Creature, Malformed, Maladjusted and made misanthropic.

Woe to my species!

You would have been cool to, and even worshipped by, the Cro-Magnons.

Lucifer is my father

Neither committed any crime other than wanting to go their own way

The men of Yahweh are my tormentors for I am chaos

In chaos their is true order

For the nature of things unmolested reveals their true order

In order their is true chaos

How could one try to shackle what is constant and changing

My soul is scorched and I am already cut up and half dead

They have burned me out for their order

Ironically now I am free to go my own way, but for how long

When will they return to impose order

An endless fight of the orders against the resistors

The internal battle

To be continued....