[All of the Entry posts were produced out of boredrom]
Light once again breaks through the caged door for yet another day.
Steel chains, once shining now rusting, clink into life.
The once bright colors of the man's clothes now ripped and faded.
He groans wishing he never woke up, wishing the light never came.
The scars of yesterday still haven't healed, yet the wounds of today still have yet to come.
His prosecutor and persecutor unlocks his chains, although he sighes and shakes his head.
Dragged along the same road once again to be brought to the tyrant.
"Entertainment" is what the scarred man was called.
Beaten, stabbed, insulted, burned, tortured. All those has happned to the man, and it will stay that way for quite a while.
For his true chains aren't broken, just released for sheer "entertainment" to bleed out of him.
This was his life, his curse and his punch line.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
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