eh gitu kan
he he he tai emang ini negara mau ke mana sih
siapa aja deh
siapa yang nanya he he he
aku ki sopo
antologi apa dong
ehe udah lama ya
reto gapernah aktif, zbl
kau ke mana
kok aku ditinggal
I was woken up by shrieks and screams in the distance, the kind of frightening sounds that would wake up even the hardest of sleepers. I’ve always been a hard sleeper, ever since I was small. My mother would repeatedly rock my body over and over again until I opened my eyes, and even then I would go back to sleep once she’d left. But this time, no one was rocking my body, not one finger was laid on me, and I’m already awake. Those screams are peculiar, and it ticked me off. I was awake and angry.
I opened my eyes, trying to remember what I was doing before I fell asleep. I could think of a few things: reading an old book I just downloaded on my phone, chatting with a faraway friend that I haven’t met in a while, and feeling the surge of ejaculate streaming into my hands. I could neither be sure which one was the last thing I did before falling asleep, or even, if I indeed had done those things before I slept.
I am easily disoriented to say the least, I have very bad memory of things that had just happened. There’s something in my head that prevents me from recalling events in the near past. I do, though, have relied heavily on my abilities to recall and remember things that had happened many months and years before now. So far, that thing hadn’t cost me anything. Yet. I’m pretty certain that it would affect me in a negative way in one way or another, but it didn’t happen yet. Right now it’s just a hunch I have, and I trust my gut, my gut tells me something and then it’ll happen. Sometimes it happens soon, sometimes not so soon, I can’t remember for sure either. That thing that’s holding me back from remembering things is stopping my inquiry about what happened before I sleep, and in turn, it stops any advances in finding out what caused me to wake up in such a way.
What happened? Why did I hear those screams? Why did they stop the moment I woke up from sleep? Why did they sound familiar? Were those the screams of people I knew? Why did they disappear from my life? Am I worthy of companionship or am I a resting place to soon abandon?
We think we’re more than the animals we butcher
“They are only meat, and flesh, and bones;
We have thought, we have strength, and most importantly, we have souls!
If humans die, we do not end, we pass on to the hereafter
We are unlike the cattle we slaughter,”
And such a thought is written in our genes
Passed down to our progeny
Oh woe is us, oh woe is me!
We are not blind, still we can’t see
Are we not the same as the beasts we tame?
does not come
from the help of things
that live in the sky, I say,
it comes from those that
are damned by the world
we lepers, we are the ones worthy of giving pardon
we are real, and we are vengeful
we have been stepped on
we have been spat on
and we will have our revenge
we will destroy you; but not today
The words of The Lord; timeless and frank
It was His flesh I ate, and His blood I drank
It is He, who exists before and after time
It is He, who rewards good and punishes crime
It is He, whose might is worthy of boast
It is He, whom I long for the most
Because of His words, I am saved from idle slumber
And now my thoughts cease to be clouded any longer
From deep in slumber I awake in blood and tears
To the thundering sounds that my heart rarely hears
His words, his voice, they penetrate into my soul
My body is now safe, and my spirit is now whole
I am not afraid, I am fearful no longer
For I have Him, and He is my anchor
I love you too = Thank you, I am grateful for you too.