INK_Volve

"Born different"
Open for criticism

INK_Volve

Why do you write ?
I write because the world is blind to its faults.
I write because the society has pushed me to the wall.
I write because the ink is my sword and shield against turmoils of life's ever raging war
So i write and read and rewrite and reread what has been written.
This is a story you are not familiar with
A story of a mystical beast that feasts on the flesh of the poor and drink of their sweat and toiling
The beast that lurks the earth in search of prey to meal on.
At the slightest opportunity it plants its powerful jaws on the neck of a sheep.
Stripping its skin bare of wool and
Leaving its young ones homeless, malnutritioned and even hopeless
There comes the shepherd
With the swing of the rod chases the beast away
The beast will not give up so easily its prized prey.
I write because thats the only way i can pierce its heart
Gouge its eyes, break its wings,
I write to break the beasts talisman over the flock
I write because words come alive in the life of those who not only read but believe
Believe that the shepherd is the keeper of the sheep
Believe that the shepherd is the slayer of the beast

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