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A world without murders and rapes. (piece in capti

A world without murders and rapes. (piece in caption) [Some might find this disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.] My body lies there, lifeless on the pyre. Some people take rounds around it, some ritual definitely. And a few moments later, they set my body on fire. My face is nothing like what it used to be. I have no idea where both the lips went. It's only teeth and a black bald skull. The limbs have turned stubborn, something I wouldn't have believed if I was alive. The frame of the body is quite thin, it looks unbelievable because I was nothing like that. Anyway, the little flames have turned enormous. Everything in my body is turning black, it is black beyond your imagination, the blackest black you'll ever see. Just next to my body lies another body on a pyre, this one female. The white shroud over her body isn't covering her breasts. The woman probably kept trying to keep herself away from the men who killed her, now she is far away somewhere, leaving her body for the gentlemen of the world. But look at these gentlemen around, no one wants to grope her anymore. No one thinks of molesting her. The silence is as if their mother just died, but some pervert in the crowd will still get aroused because of this dead body. I'm pretty sure the woman, wherever she is, has found a better place. If she is looking at her body, just like I'm looking at mine, she is feeling the happiest because she was tired of her body all her life, maybe now she will get some sound sleep. Back to my body, my right leg is sticking out the fire, as if it wants to live. This man, however, comes with this large stick and gives a massive blow on my shin, breaking it from the rest of the body. Then he expertly puts it on the flames. Finally, the neck of mine which was never so thin, burns enough to set free my skull. It falls down and rolles along the ground like a football. This skull had a face once, it had emotions, it had eyes; it had life. I look at my remains and realise this is it. I don't want to hover above it anymore.
A world without murders and rapes. (piece in caption) [Some might find this disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.] My body lies there, lifeless on the pyre. Some people take rounds around it, some ritual definitely. And a few moments later, they set my body on fire. My face is nothing like what it used to be. I have no idea where both the lips went. It's only teeth and a black bald skull. The limbs have turned stubborn, something I wouldn't have believed if I was alive. The frame of the body is quite thin, it looks unbelievable because I was nothing like that. Anyway, the little flames have turned enormous. Everything in my body is turning black, it is black beyond your imagination, the blackest black you'll ever see. Just next to my body lies another body on a pyre, this one female. The white shroud over her body isn't covering her breasts. The woman probably kept trying to keep herself away from the men who killed her, now she is far away somewhere, leaving her body for the gentlemen of the world. But look at these gentlemen around, no one wants to grope her anymore. No one thinks of molesting her. The silence is as if their mother just died, but some pervert in the crowd will still get aroused because of this dead body. I'm pretty sure the woman, wherever she is, has found a better place. If she is looking at her body, just like I'm looking at mine, she is feeling the happiest because she was tired of her body all her life, maybe now she will get some sound sleep. Back to my body, my right leg is sticking out the fire, as if it wants to live. This man, however, comes with this large stick and gives a massive blow on my shin, breaking it from the rest of the body. Then he expertly puts it on the flames. Finally, the neck of mine which was never so thin, burns enough to set free my skull. It falls down and rolles along the ground like a football. This skull had a face once, it had emotions, it had eyes; it had life. I look at my remains and realise this is it. I don't want to hover above it anymore.
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