Rodrigo Avila
11TH GRADE
CHOICES
Fire scorching the coral and clouds
in the depths of the ocean
as monkeys battle piranhas in the arctic weather of the Saharan desert
Be not afraid but fear for your life
For we shall take it from thee
And toss it into the hellhole of heaven
Where you will be pampered and you will lose your primitiveness
Your strength
Your self
Where your every wish will be granted
Where you’ll never have need for anything
Where you’ll never feel pain
Where you’ll lose yourself in the collective of the great link
Where you will never be you
Where you’ll look down and will never be able to see past your stomach
Where they shove food down your throat
Where you get fattened
Where you’ll become food for the Guardians that protect you
Where you’re sheep led to slaughter
Food waiting your turn
Waiting for to be de-feathered
To be washed in scalding water
To be roasted in the fire that was not meant for you
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Or
If you’re so inclined,
We makeshift devils will devour you in a century
Sending you to the paradise of hell
Where you will be tortured and treated like scum
Where you will cry
Tears will not earn you mercy
Let your screams ring out in the halls of Tartarus
Where you will yearn to break free
Where you will see your mistake and staple wood across your back
So you can be like the saviors we are
Leathery wings, fangs and claws for all
Let your soul be shredded
Let your cries become laughter
We makeshift devils will see you struggle and go over to you
Console you
We will wax your eyes shut
Tape your ears shut
And
Make you one of us
We who watch the world unfold
Acting as Gods
Where we makeshift devils play
The world is our sand box
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