Love Of The Cruel

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The infantry detoured us to a water wale, just yards away from the generals' awaiting place. We were told to wash and be made the slightest of presentable. As everyone was relieving themselves of their bloodied, sweat covered clothing , I stood there watching as men of the infantry studied the men and women with faces of utter disgust.

Their bodies are riddled with deep gashes that have obviously become heavily infected. It was a terrible sight, and my eyes couldn't help, but mist.
I took a deep shallow breath and began to remove the gown that was once green as luscious grass, but was now a mixture of mahogany brown, and deep red. The events of just suns ago , recurring in my racing mind. I vigorously rub the dress with my bare hand to attempt to wash it.

My limbs sticking together from the sweat, my hair matted, and I smelled of old blood and my very own stomach fluid. I cried as I examined my arms,and legs. There was a cut for every petal of a lotus.
"Out now , we shall not waste anymore of the general's time"! As fast as we got in, we were practically running out of the hole, and struggling to put back on the clothes we had.

We made our way back into our assigned spot, and awaited our turn to feel the clamps of the shackles and the command for us to walk.
It felt like several suns before we finally reached the end of the excruciating journey, the general.