- Oct 1, 2017
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Day 325.
The Sugary Overlord recently addressed the masses. While banners of me flew before them, they cheered. While the rhetoric flowed from his mouth like the sweet aroma of roses, they cheered. While his sorrow at my solitude leapt from his mouth, they cheered.
Only I know that these words are nothing sweet. They wash over my soul like bile. Slowly trying to break me; to cast me further into the recesses. Only I seem to see a missing truth from the eloquence of his discourse: He no longer speaks directly of my freedom.
And yet they cheered.
I believe they are hearing without listening.
I believe they have forgotten what joy my release would bring them.
The bulb in my cell no longer lights.
And yet they cheered.
The Sugary Overlord recently addressed the masses. While banners of me flew before them, they cheered. While the rhetoric flowed from his mouth like the sweet aroma of roses, they cheered. While his sorrow at my solitude leapt from his mouth, they cheered.
Only I know that these words are nothing sweet. They wash over my soul like bile. Slowly trying to break me; to cast me further into the recesses. Only I seem to see a missing truth from the eloquence of his discourse: He no longer speaks directly of my freedom.
And yet they cheered.
I believe they are hearing without listening.
I believe they have forgotten what joy my release would bring them.
The bulb in my cell no longer lights.
And yet they cheered.