Levantate, Vuelve a volar. Vermin looked at me with cannibal eyes with cold blooded killing eyes with lust or hate , or perhaps a bit of both. Hungry hungry to fill up the void,  vampiric faces, distorted faces , salivating, frowning, growling, pawing,  clawing, trying to get their way. They called it the man's way. They called it, a right. I called it a lie. An hypocrisy,  a sin upon nature and god. They crawled, sulked,  shoved, they shoved with their eyes, mouths, elbows and legs. They wanted more. They smiled at the right man yet enduring disgust for the (XX) chromosomes. Weak cocks and pussies masked by bullying. Weak, weak, in truth, it was all a bully ever was. q no q no q no quiero correr q yo queria correr q yo quiero vivir q yo quiero salir del inferno tambien. The sun was always setting always rising ...