A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

The Oath of the Condemned

Electrocuted,
eye burning beams burst through the black fabric of a hood
Brief silence and peace,
grips this convulsing body
Just with searing beams,
no slashing these eyes– how ecstatic the moment is
Draped over a burnt disfigured face,
black cloth hooding me, away from the captors hiding from these burning eyes

Beaten,
bones snap to mere powder under the pressure of the black boots
Black boots of death,
rain down as silent bombs falling through the night sky– leaving their thud against the ground
Though the pain; the intense, overwhelming pain,
grant pleasure of a plea of mercy– I shall not

Flesh torn,
body scarred
Just a serial number in the torturous system,
subjected to all brutality conceived by humanity
Beaten and abused,
humiliated and tortured
A bloody smile; the strongman shall find,
victorious never shall I break
Though– flesh and bone might,
resolute; in a bloody smile how I know they’ll never shackle this mind

Ultimatums,
final chances at redemption offered
Take me to your firing squad,
with my spit striking the general’s face– I cry out
The hot lead much rather I feel sooth this body,
than bending an inch on my knees for my captors
With this final bloody smile,
to the courtyard I go mocking the firing squad with laughter and cheers with my hands raised to the sky
I have won,
with the bullets leaving the barrels– to home I go at last
prison

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