I
A million stories for a billion folks,
With a billion foes ready to trash my trillion stories.
One out of these stories I have never told,
Of how you ripped off the light in me,
Like the third part of a triskelion staged off from its setting.
II
Out of the ashes of my words lies the smoke of my diction,
Out of your next apologies lie your next deceitful stories,
You've brought the shame to me and now I bear the scars,
The scars you will never hear in my next tale,
For I am a true survivor.
III
Now there's a part of me...