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I wonder what it was about the dry and red dirt road I was trotting Perhaps it was the smell of the dust that filled my flaring nostrils Or the way it felt like velvet to my feet leaving their impressions But I made my way through the Savannah as the brush dried out in thirst I set out before first light and by now it was already past noon Though I couldn't get away from the horrors of the camp fast enough Cannibalism was a common practice in this place I was held captive Piked bodies lined the path although I was already a long way off I watched the savages impale their victims until I died inside It became apparent to me that they did it out of nothing but boredom Because in these parts it would be senseless to try and scare a man And as I made my way between the dead what I found to be most eerie Is the fact that death itself had brought about the most serenity As I looked on to appreciate the smell of their putrid stench I tried to spot those that still bore a semblance of their heads To internalize the silent screams still etched into their contorted faces It would be nothing short of folly to regard the land as godless But loneliness and trains of thought while fleeing upon a long road Would drive any escaped slave's mind back to civilized thought Once known to be the core of the poor wretch's past-life existence But I would not look at myself in that way, not any more, at least For it became known early on that a greater folly still is self-pity And so I talked with myself hypothetically about godlessness Even though I knew it made no sense, all the while I kept my vigilance As my own thirst started to resemble that of the withering flora I noticed the air getting cooler as the shadows of the land lengthened And I wondered how long I would still be able to go on walking for My body ached from muscle pains and a severe lack of sustenance But I did take great comfort in the darkness of the nocturnal time As night set on signaled by the horizon of the dying in an orange dusk Turning the grotesque shapes piked alongside the road into black markers How mellifluous was the crickets' song the first night of my freedom! The sweet melody was always silenced by the ceaseless ruckus of the camp Of monsters who see a ceremonial frenzy that reached its climax at dawn For they would start at the first sight of the evening star as the moon Luminous in its full glory would make its steady climb over the hills How their cackling laughter echoes in my mind still rolling over them For this is a hill country and they seem to go on and on forever And to me it seemed like their hatred was effervescent to reach heaven I will never forget the irony of the fact that it was worse than hell I kept on moving with one hope in mind, my fellow brothers and sisters I was wrought beyond much of my sanity and I can honestly tell you That I did not keep on walking for love, freedom and neither salvation But for the fact that I was yearning for the ethereal glory that is water I was hacking as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth like a potsherd But I plodded forth since I knew that even a place as aberrant as this Had to obey the common rule of the universe of having a fixed border And eventually I found myself on the path leading back into our forest

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