NEEDLEWRITER

There it went, and disappeared – but why? The decoy was prepared, for a operation no one wanted to know about, except you already know who.
To whom, they screamed out of sorrow the only question they had.
For us all? Or them you call your own?
“Who are thee, may I ask, entering my state of affairs like that?”
“We are here to take over, it is ours?”
“I asked no such question, but who you are is what concerns me the most?”
“We are..hmm..how to put it…but… we are….IT IS OURS!”
“Oh I see, tresspassers, if I may guess?”
“NO! WE IS THEE.” they emphasised is.
“And?!”
“We take over all of yours, and rule it as our own.”
“Hmm…how to put it…like…you know…you simply can not, im afraid.”
“WHAT?!?!”
“You see, this leverege I, myself, me choose to pull, it is your doom, and you disappear not soon, but now. Politley, may I emphasise, speaking, fuck off and goodbye.”

Screeches of loss were heard, loss of self and alike, because they simply were not the rulers of that which they came for, and were disappointed, and cried, and god knows what they spoke of around, because as the leverage was pulled prison cells forbode them to enter this kingdom made by someone else, for the person itself, by itself.
All it was heard from the otherside, was a soft laughter of conclusion that those bastards literally thought they were the person who owned it.
But behind the bars, trying to get it, were all sorts of , may we call them reaction, of all sorts of kinds of them. The worst of them is their loss, probabaly just one of many of them in row, of illusion they could rule over oneothers life completly as they wanted as the imagined, as the wished, as they thought they deserved. One comes to ask oneself “What about your “I”, knock, knock ” is it still there?”