Followers

Humming. We hummed the tunes of the old Gods. Forced by their judgement, we have been left in isolation. Forever walking in our chains, together in unison we sing our plead. "Free us from neverending life, let us see a black light day." Among the singer came birds. They pecked at us, till we bled. "Why won't you let our suffering end?" We struggled to say. A fellow brother collapsed to the ground, begging for rest. A follower took him by the arm, and punished him. His struggle was used as an example on why we are to keep walking.