Freedom of SpeachSpeech Without FreedomI speak from within.Silenced with disapproving eyesI whisper words that cannot be saidReproachful tones dampen my will.I say now not what I meanSmiles reach my hollowed faceI smile but not for pleasure.Their words dance around a white auraI slip my halo on for display.With an experts song they speak of right and wrongI sit in silence, nod and quietly disagree.They wish not to hear my hated way.I work around simple questions with complex answersLess I taint their pure white wingsI speak as if to a young childWith such a terrible thought.I lie to the theme of my disguiseSlip potions in their drink.I pull an invisible string of words, marionettes.Let they not see meWith judgmental eyesStella Spencer.
After DeathWas it really necessary? Asked Isaak painfully.Yes, no, well
not really, but Dietrich was a costly expense to us. If you had done Dietrichs work it wouldve been done along time ago. Cains smirk was causing Isaak much pain and discomfort.Do you realise we are the only ones left?Just like it was in the beginning.Dietrich was like my brother, started Isaak mournfully.Oh come Kämpfer, we all know he was much more than that. Cain was now torturing Isaak, Did you do what I think you have done? Did you recover him?Isaak bit his lip, telling Cain the truth was as good as confessing his love in front of the whole Vatican. But his silence had already spoken for him.Oh Isaak, you are far too soft, mused Cain.In the top tower Isaaks eyes met with a most pitiful sight. Dietrichs limp body, supported only by a vast array of his own inventions and old technol