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What My Living Has Brought
I had this dream not long ago: I was in a concentration camp. I was one of the prisoners in grey, with a gun in my back. We were pushed and we trudged up a hill by the barrack and fence. It was a fear-filled eyed woman who fell, right in my path. She was pulled to her feet by a soldier, her face held me tight. I thought: this was the moment we lived for, all of our lives, all of our lives.
It was only a dream in my mind, but it burned in my thought.
In a similar dream I was found, held by a hostile state. I was told to consent to the crowd, wear the banner they waved. I was taken to a swamp by a young girl who had bought all their lies, she pulled me neck deep in the water, she threatened my life, she threatened my life.
If it's only a dream in my mind, why is it burned in my thoughts? Will I know on the day that I die what my living has brought? What my living has brought. What has my living brought?
And in this underworld of reality, my choices get played like moves of a game.
What my living has brought, my living has brought. What has my living brought?