After the depraved council of our state government changed their laws to suit their desires to create an agenda of mass incarceration for their own benefit and wishes, cannibalism is alive and well inside our prisons. Their laws, so written to eliminate the differentiation of those who are rational and those not so rational and perhaps befitting of being mentally ill, created a system that puts them all together into one group that deserves the harshest punishment to men today, incarceration without deliberations and reasonable considerations for their acts while under the influence of their own personal disabilities and illnesses.
These mentally ill persons are stacked up three rows high in a freezer and are being prepared for those special meals that the prison delivers two times daily; their skin is stripped of their personal identity and given a number. No longer a free man or woman, they can no longer feel the heat from the steamy kitchens of hell that prepare the prison possessors for their tasty soups stirred against bare skin as it boils in the deep black pot filled with boiling broths of hate and discrimination. Mixing all those incarcerated into the same container of evil, these government agents seek no justice within their grasp but to only fill their bellies with power and greed. Nowhere do the laws protect them as it was once written by wiser men than these men in black who felt a genuine need to protect those vulnerable to harm and death once imprisoned. Running out of places where they could be treated and medicated to become well again, they are casted into the shadows of the abyss where no one keeps his soul or spirits alive.
The mixing of these disabled prisoners with those no so impaired or illogically in mind created a predatory setting that allows one man to kill the other so that they would be eaten first as their body is fresh for flavor and offered as the next meal for those men in black who wear the keys. This combination of frozen flesh and fresh flesh is often distinguished by men in black who seek to eradicate any resistance with violence and suffering death to maintain the aroma of fear and terror within the mindset of all those imprisoned inside these walls.
Sitting there with the keys to the prison gates hanging from their belts, next to a steamy boiling pot of human shell, you can smell the rich aromas of human flesh burning like it was a piece of meat broiling in hell. Watching the cooks hustling and bustling and making the bread, you can see the different shapes and shadows of those corpses selected to be shackled and hung to be dried and eaten tomorrow. Their mouths still gagged although lifeless and departed, you can see their hands tied behind their back so not to offer any resistance during their slaughter. They sprinkle their bodies with spices and herbs to flavor to personal satisfaction. Adding the diced carrots and green leaves the soup is beginning to look like an appetizing meal for those in power and sitting around the circle talking nonsense and of tomorrow’s plans to expand the prisons and eat more profits from their evil plan to subjugate those in the minority and out of mind.
Every now and then an ear-piercing noise is heard from the back side of the kitchen as another slice is made into the crust of a body of someone still alivebut with a dead soul and mind. Hands tied up and legs abound behind the back, screams fell unheard by those who will eat the corpse once it is properly prepared to be devoured and served.
Watching through a stainless steel reinforced window, the evil doers saw the cooks pouring buckets of hot scalding water into the caldron of hate as the girl, still alive and nestled into the ingredients, wiggled with pain and urgency to prevent them from boiling her alive. Trapped, unable to move to free herself see glances across the cauldron and sees another body hanging there lifeless and ready to be cooked with her as the soup simmered to a delicious flavor these evil doers so much enjoy. Struggling to remain conscious, she finally succumbs into a state of motionless as it was the last thing she could do to resist these evil temptations to eat humans as those in power have so carefully planned over the past three years when they sought help from the devil to create that magic potion that would entrap and seize all those they desired to be locked up and eaten.
The large kitchen became silent as the cooks wheeled the giant pot with the girl and the boy inside the boiling mix or stew through the corridors that led to the main dining hall. They are headed into the direction of the policy makers and evil doers first. Oohs and ahs are moans with gladness as they anticipate the serving of their meal in a most classic and traditional way. Peeking into the giant pot, one could see their heads bobbling up and down as they carried the pot to the table. The stew, simmering and giving off plumes of steam, they dug into their meals with forks and knives as their eyes bulged with evil temptation and delight.
In the meantime, the real gatekeepers, those who faithfully stand their watch day in and day out are deliberately left out of the feast and without invite from the powers to be. So it was well expected from the beginning as they do not want to eat flesh or touch the bones of what appear to be human beings thrown into the abyss of our prisons. Instead they chose to protect those not able to protect themselves.
Some gatekeepers hide these bodies out of sight and out of reach of those who wear the keys to the prisons on their belts. Striving to keep as many safe from the evil of others, they suffer similar consequences for not following the rules of the men in black and who control the keys and are cast into the shadows of places where no man can find them and give them fresh air to breathe.
They work hard to preserve life and give them the dignity and respect they deserve as it is reciprocated to them through an informal understanding that in order to maintain order, one must follow the rules and respect their ways. Every now and then a Judas appears among them and gives the men in black a soul to conquer and eat in a wholesome delight as they feast on their spirit and bones and watch the pot be mixed with spices and herbs to sweeten the serving of food and the spirit of the banquet before them.
Often placed in harm’s way to protect and serve has become a difficult task to perform indeed for they themselves are targeted to be thrown into the darkness for not following the ultimate orders to sacrifice and deliver these meals to the men in black and who have the key to unlock the prisons hung on their belts.