Paw07

Flesh, flesh, Such wasted flesh... This able-bodied meat. Defiled by drugs and impurities. A mind born with clarity, Yet so blatantly abused. No harm did you suffer; Other than harm self inflicted. Disregarding the hopeless gazes, Of those who were born without. No good, no good; This I cannot abide... I shall take this flesh from you, And it shall be tended and made anew. A gift to those who are deserving, Of the very gifts you cast aside... Now then, my dear, Do stop your screaming. It will only be painful, Until your heart stops beating. - Word of Chen, 1/6/2016