I prostrated on the floor. My body moved not in sync with the holy rhythm of prayers. My joints rusty from vigourous movements weaved with the intracacies of sins, coupled with a motley of iron nails. I choke on my own conscience. I exorcised the negativity present that is deep in the core of my voice box as it utters the well-orchestrated vulgarities. Indignance was felt due to the injustice of the bias punishment. the cage... that holds me close, barbed like the fangs of vipers; spiteful beyond tears. I clenched my fist as the skin overlapping my knuckles stretches to it's maximum, pale as the blankness of my mind, the numbness derived from perpetual hurt. The gregarious misery made love with my heart and enticed it to freeze in a police state, I wanted to die. I wanted to close my eyes, and jump, head first into nothingness and wish the air around me is hospitable enough to comfort my fall. I punched the wall, screamed out loud and cried like tomorrow will never come. I felt like all I wanted to do was vanish.
Enough, I had enough God.