I,
shall forever be absent,
the ability to respect,
a being I can kill,
with my bare hands.
These,
beings which speak,
as if violence,
is non-existent.
As if,
the power tethered,
to a job,
a cop.
shall,
alter such,
to never be touched.
I,
seem to wonder,
what life these beings,
seen.
Why be they,
so confident,
whilst being so weak?
For,
i wonder,
why old white eyes,
would look with evil intent,
in mine.
As if,
death wouldn't become them,
within seconds.
As if,
I care so deeply about life,
that I'd constantly,
accept it.
Be I,
not one scared,
of prison cells.
For,
I exist as free,
anywhere.
Forged,
through eternal flames.
Be there,
no cage,
able to contain,
my rage.
To,
contain this beast,
which lives within,
my veins.
Oh,
how the earth,
would shake,
the day I become,
this being,
in chains.
For,
warriors exist within.
The day,
I go in,
training would begin.
Be them,
waiting for such a moment.
To be,
beings tethered to,
war.
To,
galvanize each,
prison.
Each,
prisoner.
To,
start,
"The Prisoner's War"...
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