,,,I did not come here to bake cakes
and take them to the land of the enslaved free,
who are half dead and buried
in the blood soaked ground
so they might eat

...those were my orders
but the effort was useless
the 1/2 dead do not eat cake
and even if they could,
it would not save them.

...that is why I stood beckoning
to the living coming to slaughter
to follow me to the portal
near the scented lilacs
where they will be safe
on the other side

And my task is clear,
to go to the other side
and
do it again
and again
and again....

Prairyearth