Mirrored Childhood Tales

Conscious Battle

hiding the problem
the curse
the virus
the sanity
the crime
the mistake
the doom
the end
astonishing itself inside the womb of the unknown
contradicting it's nature of humane
While swallowing bloody bullets down it's guts
dominant power through each and every soul
each and every gender roles

must follow these instructions
or else our result will fall on destructions
robot and puppet functions while our strings and memory device malfunctions
now we are out of control from our conscious rather in the hands of Sire the king of bloody snakes who love modern dictatorship to feed the hellish stomach.

their suffocating chambers for those who disobey collapses the lungs and forces veins out of your eyes and ears and mouth and nose
While blind propaganda we must follow but within burning with vengeance oh, how I would love to see Sire beg for mercy. but I must contain myself for this is a secret joining together to form an alliance for strong armies, marching towards the horizon and camoflouge to ambush the Realm of Sire and his friends.

For no my fellow backbones who we love and grew through this trauma of a childhood to adulthood. we as a group held each other through the torturous brain cells and the pressures of heavy canes breathing down our shoulders and hanging our necks. stood to be puppets but our souls have had enough.
chaotic trumpets erupt while Huricane and Tsunamis arise and form an agreement if Sire falls we live as the land of Peace and destroy the discrimination for our curse, our difference in society
patriacy shall abandon its shell of prejudice.
silent exhaust screams recognised by all
This torture so humiliating so regretful so guilty swallow the pills
help me cope
help me find the root of this risk

we must set for battle or this ship will sink
awake my dear and arise with sunshine smile
you have a day to go
keep going and more
one has gone
But don t fall for his trap
This injury
This hole
This bitter rejection of life
irregular heartbeat
lost for grief

we must intiate don t fall for his trap awake my soldier this is all his plan awake from this relapsing enforcement. awake you have fought enough stop resisting the beauty of your life
one loss is another to find
you have grieved enough don t let Sire unleash he's weapons
let his weapons be ash
and awake from his strings
you can accomplish the struggle you have come so far
accept life concept don t finish your mission half way come on soldier don t give up now

hanging ropes suffocate my throat grafling and jugling life and dreams but for now death is another thing
tomorrow will come and in God's will I will live.

#this is really the end now. I just had the urge to add this one becuase it links with this collection. Please comment critism or praise i welcome both and vote  on it I would really appreciate it and thank you for the support so far. Although the poem isnt linked with any fairytale its my own recration of reality to fantasy.
Anyway hope you enjoyes my work so far and as I said please comment any question is welcomed.
Thank you for the support and check out my other collection of peoms which i will be frequently updating until 30. Hopefully you would enjoy that to but anyway Thank you so much for the support and even checking out my work🙇‍♀️😄