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“The Flayed Men”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

Flayed alive, the skinless monsters still breathe.
Their every breath is agony, their screams directed inward,
But their rage is directed outward.

Like a cancer they spread, claiming everything in reach.
Eating The Mother to death, kidnapping and torturing their kin,
Not thinking beyond what can give instant relief to their pain.

Genocide is a pleasant afternoon for these beasts.
Having lost their own souls, they devour the souls of their kin,
And the results are a travesty, a mockery of spirit.

Lash out at them, and you may get them to release you.
But do not point out the insanity of their ways, or they will tear you apart,
And you will die knowing some small part of their agony.

I would pity them, but they flayed themselves.
They have only themselves to blame for their condition.
Which is the most pitiable thing of all.

There are a few who have regrown their skins,
Regrown their souls, and are sane for a time, feeling empathy for their kin.
The others will find them and re-flay them.
They always do.

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File this under "all monsters are human." This poem is about European imperialism, and how it affects both white people and people of color. The imagery was inspired by a post in which some black Africans' reaction to seeing white people for the first time was to say "They have no skin!"
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I shall never understand being prejudiced against someone for the physical appearance of their meatsuit, for the coloration and shape of the meat their spirit controls. What does it matter if their meat suit is brown and yours is peach? What does it matter if their meat suit has narrower eyes than yours? How does it impact your life if their hair is coarser than yours? We are all made of meat, we are all going to die some day, and all that will remain of us will be skeletons, decaying meat, and the memories of us in the heads of those who still live. And if that is all we leave behind, would you rather be remembered as a kind, compassionate soul who was nice to people of all meatsuit varieties, or would you rather be remembered as an insufferable racist fuckbrain that pissed people off?

And for those of us who are not full KKK bigoted, but still have some small racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc tendencies that have infected our brains like the memetic viruses they are, would you rather take the small amount of effort to attempt to purge those viruses from your mind in order to be remembered more fondly by more people, or would you rather take personal offense at every attempt to point out your memetic ailment and thus make yourself look like an insufferable fuckbrain?

Or does it not matter to you? Perhaps to you, any remembrance past death is fine by you, even if you are immortalized in people's minds as a horrible person? I can see the appeal... people do talk about Hitler and Stalin more than they talk of MLK. But think on this: the more people are horrible, the less impressive it gets, until everyone is horrible and you no longer stand out in the crowd, and you are forgotten.

But if you do care to be remembered positively, maybe you have a better shot at immortality. People tend to remember those who left a positive impression on the world more, and they remember more names of such people. Even if everyone in the world becomes good, the names of the good, of people who helped make the world better, will still be remembered. Utopia can come, and people will still talk of the pioneers of peace. But if everyone turns out horrible some day, who will remember the pioneers of hatred? Those names will get lost in the morass.

If your fire burns only so long, why not use it to warm the cold and cook for the hungry, rather than for burning down buildings and setting people on fire?


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