Companions

I am a prisoner in the cage of this malformed body.

The crowds laugh and pelt me with rocks and slurs.

I shut my eyes and remain still. I dare not spill tears.

Retaliation is not an option. It would be my end.

My ruined eye twitches and darts from place to place

There are no exits, no means of escape.

Just as I drop to my knees and submit

A hand grips my shoulder.

With burning eyes I look up to my savior.

They coat the land in pinks and reds

The crowd is gone without a trace

The cobble square has been replaced

With lush fields and grey skies

They reach out and with a smile

They pull me to my feet

From that point I become their companion

I walk along with my mystical friend

And together we plan and protect

We work for our own survival

And for the good of those who suffer

Under the oppressive Machine Messiah

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