Tristan Robert Lange

Mission Impossible

Suffering silently inside the walls;

The best, the only way to go

When your options are limited

And apathy rules on blank faces.

In the land of endless opportunity

I have reached the bitter end

And have come to it with disgust;

Utter contempt fills me as I wait.

I wait...and for what am I waiting?

Dry tears crust over my injured soul

As I wait to watch savory enjoyment

On the faces of overfed carnivores.

How long shall I wait for justice,

How long is the line I am on,

A line that is filled with centuries

Of the forgotten and left behind?

Tomorrow is coming furiously fast

As is a numb acceptance of today.

But I will be reminded of it again

In a world that has it no other way.

Forced to comply for the whole,

My belly is swollen by the rape,

Seasoned and deceptively masked,

To make one smile and enjoy it.

Can I continue to endure this,

Seeking health and happiness

In a world that\'s lost beyond hope?

Can I continue in this fashion?

Or should I give up this pursuit?

Should I abandon my sacred return

To the paradisiac garden of Eden?

Once lost, innocence is \'ever gone.

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