I stand, guilty
I walk, exiled by my kind. My ideas had differed from theirs, I saw their mistakes and accused them of their own shallow minds, and was crucified for doing so. I'm a criminal in the eyes of the mothers and fathers of my home, and in the eyes of their children. They teach my name in the darkest of teachings, young minds are twisted by a simple minded leader. They'll tweak their words just a bit, to glorify their cause and to drag my name through the mud.
I am as they have pushed me to be, I walk in exile and am hunted by the jaws of their dogs, and so I have showed my teeth and tasted their blood many times over. As the day ends, my sights, which reached further than their dim minds, caused them to hunt me- so I hunted back. I wandered, stricken. I fought as they attacked. I washed their blood off my hands and walked faster, as larger numbers hunted... as I washed more and more of their blood off my hands. Now, I walk alone... the deeds I have committed are those of a psychopath. I stand alone, as I have become what I needed to become to survive their vilification. I stand, a criminal... now, in my own eyes as well. I couldn't escape home before they forced me to dig graves for each and every one of them. I stand, guilty...
I bleed, filthy
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