There was a community of the unnoticed.
If you ever stumble upon it, lord help you because you will never be the same when you leave.
Let me tell you of some lovely folks i knew.
There was a man, it took years for them to destroy him. He would help anyone, and i suppose that's another reason they couldn't tolerate him.
For that he was buried alive. And even to this day, i can still hear his cries...though he didn't shed even one tear during the act.
Next, there was this lady.
I loved her creations but the lifeless people in this community couldn't tolerate her and so she was burned at the stake.
I can still see the beasts she called upon the people, though she never spit a word.
Then there was this kid.
The strongest child I've ever known but they just didn't tolerate his glowing spirit and well..they skinned him.
I can still feel his presence annoying the citizens of this world.
They all sparkled, too bright for the rest.
But for me, they were my angels. Thing is, i wish those individuals were real. Because i am... was different, no one understood but they did.
I can do nothing but play my part as another citizen.
Only to repeat this cycle everyday for the rest of my dying days ... I feel so alive.