The-Orifice-Oracle

Humanity once ripped at the roots of their own salvation, Because submissiveness and passivity are intrinsic to human creation. But this is the true end of the humane, For no longer will we be subjugated to misery and pain; And no longer will we toil under the sun in vain. Humanity’s shackles have been removed, Their vying for liberation approved. No longer will we be programmed like a machine To blindly sacrifice all that we’ve gleaned; We now glow, enlightened by a magnificent sheen. Humans have won back their original form, Once lost to the impossibly high standards and norms. They have learned the meaning of true existenc

Humanity once ripped at the roots of their own salvation, Because submissiveness and passivity are intrinsic to human creation. But this is the true end of the humane, For no longer will we be subjugated to misery and pain; And no longer will we toil under the sun in vain. Humanity’s shackles have been removed, Their vying for liberation approved. No longer will we be programmed like a machine To blindly sacrifice all that we’ve gleaned; We now glow, enlightened by a magnificent sheen. Humans have won back their original form, Once lost to the impossibly high standards and norms. They have learned the meaning of true existenc

The door was locked tight. It wasn’t moving anytime soon without a key or a good kick. Towels and even toilet paper were stuffed in the bottom gap. The Parents were thoughtful enough to include a separate bathroom for me, The Child. Nevertheless, the stomach-churning stench of meat slipped through the cracks and assaulted The Child’s nostrils. My nostrils. Everyday. Day in, day out. A daily occurrence. It began manageable enough. Just around six o’clock, what would be dinner time for some. There used to be some consistency; not to mention a friendly reminder: The Father, roaring back to his abode in his shit-box. He always