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Because I sinned so, this is my wrath.

This is my wrath, because I sinned so.

I can no longer blame who or what, for whatnot has fallen upon me, because with the free will I was given, I took it and used it to the greatest advantage, not foreseeing the consequences that would erupt.

I am a great sinner, exploiter, manipulator, I am the devil himself.

I confess.

I break myself in half

and spill out all of me.

Take and judge righteously for I have sinned incredibly.

What I will tell you right now, is all that has occurred when I escaped from the palace 2 months ago. This is the truth, and nothing but the grossly truth.

That has ended my fate.

red boy'.

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When walking down that empty solitude road to freedom, alone but free...there was not a single thought swimming in my ingenuity. My soul was away with the earth and it's trees, up up running after the birds in the sky filled with water, sitting on the colorful patterns of the atmosphere, I was euphoric. There was not one problem that laced me, held me down, controlled me, I was free. I saw my freedom right in front of me, I touched it, licked it, felt it, smelt it, lived in it. Having the taste of freedom, was the sweetest thing, sweeter than any candy, sweeter than any love, sweeter than life itself.

Being away from Vegas, the royalty, the palace, the money, the greed, the loneliness, everything made me feel this way. I loved it. I worshipped it, like I worshipped Buddha.

Who cared if Vegas was looking for me, I didn't. So no one else had to, but there was always someone that was. Everyone in that palace had a false reality, or persona I would call it.. of embedding themselves in my shoes, in my life, in my pain that wasn't even theirs. Delusional puppets. That is what they would name themselves, puppets. They all knew Vegas, the palace, had a string holding them, restraining them everywhere. That they could never deny, they wouldn't even try. So for the sake of their own pity, their own abominations that they swelled in, soaked in. They all tried to imprison me with them, scared of grieving alone. But I had escaped.

Vegas would often threaten me, knowing of my plans that would, and have succeeded. Quoting, "It's not going to work." He would often end that sentence with a grin smile, and a twirl that delighted him, and outcasted me. He enjoyed drying me up, and eating me alive watching, and having others watch too. Sanctioned with a delightful twirl. There was also Macau, an innocent soul. Was he forced to watch also, yes. But, he didn't want to, I could see it in his eyes, in his body language, he was quite devastated always.

I remember this one specific night, it was the night when I couldn't take it anymore, my emotions were now out of the box. I eventually broke down causing a rampage in the palace. This resulted in me, Pete, throwing , kicking, screaming, biting, trying to break free of all exhaustions that contained me. Vegas Theerapanyakul heard of this rampage, he heard it was like the plague taking down every healthy man and woman, especially me. He did nothing after hearing such "devastating" news, people called it. Instead, Vegas turned his head to a perfect 90 degree angle, whipped his hair, and sat sophisticated on that throne with a high chiseled chin and tall golden shoulders like an armor, like the real king he really was. And, never once stepped out his room that night.

As I was going mental destroying everything that one special night, grieving in my sorrow, all of a sudden like a hit of wind folded my back. It was Macau, the innocent soul, dressed in the finest white of all century. Sending and giving me true light that I so eagerly begged for that night, healing me, and all he did, all he had to do, was stand right in front of my door. Lit up. My eyes glowed like I had seen the pearlescent gates of heaven coming down on me, taking me in. The innocent soul said nothing, but took my hands and guided me to my feet, away from my sorrow that was engraved in that sole room. To a new beginning, to a new world that was above this palace.

That night Macau took me through the secret passage behind the palace.

We walked and walked with peaceful silence engraved in our steps. Walking to no place in mind, just in soul. Macau and I with no thoughts so ever, had end up into an old village that gave us illustrious dreams ever since we entered unanimously that night.

We saw lanterns flying swiftly into the dark skies, landing on the stars, walking on them, we widen our eyes. We saw many kids, and families dancing amusedly to the sound of their own voices, we opened our mouths curiously. We saw many foreign colors that weren't plastered in the palace whatsoever, we ate many foreign foods that weren't in the palace ever, we met and talked to plenty sincere, beautiful people that weren't in the palace whatsoever. We saw and did many things that weren't ever in the palace ever . We even laughed like never before, not being able to do that in the palace, so truthfully.

And, into that distance with faded laughter gleaming from Macau, I saw a theatrical trope. They had so many instruments and colors that painted them, sweetly. I was deeply enthralled, acting was my dream, it was all I could dream about every night. I could live, kill for the art of act.

I was first brought to the palace at the age of 16 with my theatrical trope, to perform every now and then only on special occasions, for at the time the young playful prince Vegas who I already knew so well, and the palace in whole. They used to dress the palace in many color schemes and animals elephants more specifically, just for our arrival, at the time we were gorgeously famous. Everyone glamorized us, Vegas, his parents, and his 6 other brothers who passed away.

We were loved sincerely by the palace, and loved even more by the people outside the walls of the palace. We called ourselves the ''. Everyone knew our name, everyone had to. Why? Our name and motive had a meaning; it meant to us that we would go against social norms, we would go against the royals that destroyed their own people, protest against all those that looked down us 'poor' and would scream in our ears "taboo!", only because we were simply never like them...those were who we were after...at first.

That is when Vegas simply

became addicted to me.

I was revolutionary,

my soul at that time was of a chameleon.

You could not break me,

at that time.

At that time,

I was everything.

At these shows we would put on, we would mock the rich, the royals, those that controlled the rich and the royals. We were brutal, but insanely comical. I mean we did other things like performing operas, and gymnastics. We were truly all rounders. At first we would perform in small villages, and then to big ones. The big ones, were always our problem because the rich lived in the big ones. Then as time went on, and we became more comical, the rich became more calm, and I began dressing as woman portraying beautiful operas...people started to loved us.

And the palace, they wanted us.

More specifically Vegas Theerapanyakul, you see he was one of our frequent audience members.

I never noticed him,

until Porsche pointed him out.

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As time went on, we became more global because of the frequent shows we performed at the palace, catching many eyes, left to right, right to left, up and down, down and up. The Japanese would come rolling down to see us, then the Chinese, then later the Koreans, and even later the europeans. We were sensational. Everyone wanted us. But, that became the problem...

With all the shows that were requested day after day, with pride taking over our minds, and useless money that rained in plentiful, we started to drain it all. Then we began to lose our shine, our motives, our name. We even started to forget what we stood for, and our own people started to hate us for it, booing us down whenever, wherever we were. But, love and death also played a big part.

I lost my best friend, my soulmate,

Porsche

to love that he found in the palace, to whom it was Kinn Theerapanyakul.

After his death, and the death of the other 6 Theerapanyakul brothers who died to suicide all hanging from a blossom tree.

Our theatrical trope disbanded...but, I was the only one that stayed.

I stayed with Vegas Theerapanyakul,

the last standing brother of the 6.

Whom was soon to be crowned king of Thailand.

"Pete, I'm leaving now..I'm going to see the trees and the sky with kinn....but before we go, I need you to know and remember this forever...we were never taboo."

That was the last sentence that Porsche ever spoke to me, ever again. That night he was in tree, a beautiful one with kinn holding his hand, and the hands of the 5 other Theerapanyakul brothers.

They were sleeping soundly,

with not a worry in the world.

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So on that special night out with Macau, and I saw that theatrical troupe. I couldn't help but feel enthralled, it was like seeing my family all over again, especially Porsche.

For a while me and Macau, watched them perform, it was beautiful. I caught myself a lot, pin pointing every gesture, every turn, every facial expression keenly. I needed it be perfect, I wanted the actors to show the crowd the true beauty of act, and they did, it truly was perfect. I clapped for them over a million times over and over again, even when it was over, and they started packing up their things, I couldn't seem to let them go. I could sense Macau's eyes trace over mines, analyzing me with a smile...he knew how much this meant to me, how much it felt like my whole world moved. Macau was there during my theatrical days, so he knew better than anyone, and I appreciated him for that. Macau was the only one in that palace that really understood me, and he knew that. I would remind him every single day, I didn't want him to forget, ever.

We walked away from the crowd, to a small bench that was by the sea sitting.

"Thank you." The words spilled from my mouth confidently.

"Yeah, anything for you Pete, anything for you..." Macau responds back, with a hand to my back, caressing me while laying his head on my shoulder.

I wanted to cry, I was so happy. But, then a sicking feeling ran through my nerves, I knew after this moment I would have to go back to the palace, I didn't want to, I hated that place. But, the sea in that moment was too beautiful to care about anything.

"...this will probably be the last time...that we'll ever be able to do this, Pete I'm s-."

"It's okay, I don't even care..let's just enjoy watching the waves until it's time to go home, okay?"

"...okay." I could feel Macau's tear roll down my shoulder, he didn't want to go 'home' either. I brought that innocent soul into my arms embracing him, while he cried hard that entire night.

"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...mom! mommy!!! Save me!!! God!" He left my arms, and ran to the sea screaming and screaming all over again for his mom, his body was weak, and so was his soul.

Forthwith,

the taboo.

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A day, that lemon sunrise, stained my eyes and my chassis as I travelled down that sandy golden road, abundant and untouched of craspedia flowers shaped of that sun. Milking, candying my mind of the color yellow, loudly. The sky was yellowed, the auras and the souls of the trees were dancing yellow, my fingers tips were flickering yellow, my feet were stomping yellow, and the view in front me was...not yellow. Red.

Instead of bright, warm yellow, it was bright, hot red. What an unpolished view that I was subduing to. The red that had now firmly polished my yellowing road, discrediting the illustrator, whom was sun. I was appalled, and disturbed by the color that washed away all the unified yellow, so fascinatingly quick. My eyes shuttered away to the skies, that were still leaking and gleaming in such glorious yellow. Blink blink my eyes went. I wished to be apart of those skies, though. The auras, and the souls of trees were still yellowed. My ten flickering finger tips still stained yellow. My abolishing, stomping, artist feet were dancing yellow still, but my view, not that of mines, I wished, were still unforgettably red.

As I looked into the atmosphere of the red, I saw something that looked of man.

And, it was.

The form, le skeleton', the red milked silhouette of a soul, a man, more like boy. Naked tarnished in red, still I could quite see his beating, vaulting veins, shining from out of those necks, wrists, hands, and feets, bleu of one with the ocean, bleu with those in his eyes, blue of his bruised lips, blue lips. Long lashes like a sugarcane, and a large gap between his front teeth. The head, that caught my attention furthermore, captivating my thoughts inclining them with my mouth...empty, bald, shining head that was all his, and his it was. A globe of emptiness hair. He confused me, he brought haze and distortion to my eyes, but it consumed me. The red boy consumed me of my regular thoughts. He left my hair sticking up to the skies, collecting all the clouds, enlarge eyes to grow even larger, a red tongue to poke out, poke out even poker, and my ears to spread out like that of an elephants, he was a look. A dissecting look. Alien-like. And, so I called him by what I saw, what he has given me...

the red boy'

Introduced me, to a new world.

A new world that kept me intrigued, every, single, second of my new life.

As I looked into my new view of red, I watched it move with an open mouth, "Y-you're very bright...sir." He said this with winched eyes. Oh, how he didn't know how bright he truly was. I couldn't believe a red humanoid was real, that it could talk. I didn't know how to respond to that mouth, that soared open like a bird, so suddenly, it was peak. My vision still caught in a haze, blurred, corrupted I asked taunted with dysfunctional eyes, scanning him up and down intelligently, "A-and, why are you so bright...red, you've drowned the floor." That red boy, looked at me for a while..like I was unreal, his face screamed an expression that was different. I don't think anyone has ever looked at me, the way he looked at me, the way he did...that day, not even Vegas. It tickled my mind-

"I've drowned the floor...?" He asks softly, but so confused.

He caused me to tilt my head, I never tilt my head.

"You've drowned the floor, completely, utterly red." I say while looking at the corrupted floor and up to the red boy'. The red boy smiles faintly.

"Yes, it is very red." He responds with delirious eyes not ever leaving mines, tilting his bald head, mirroring mines so sweetly, "But, isn't it pretty?" I couldn't believe his words, but I did. "Don't I look pretty like this red I wear so prettily?" How could he speak of such nonsense- "I am pretty, like this red that has decorated this floor, so prettily."

He was delirious like his eyes.

I couldn't understand the words that left his jaw, but what I did understand was that they had a meaning, ones' that I would soon understand.

I stepped closer to the red boy, that was shivering ill after he completed his few sentences. They were just a few sentences, why did he shake much so? I could tell that he was shunned by my sudden activity, and shifted away from my embrace. And, so I did the same, mirroring him, the same way, away far away from his embrace. The red boy's trembling increased nastily, the sudden rush of mucus from inside his nostrils wet his face like a cows tongue, and the sweat that creeped out from his hairline down to those shoulders, onto his feet, was morbid. He was of glass, shimmering into the yellow orbs that surrounded him like a crown, with the rays shining through him like a portal, blinding me. He gleamed right in front of me, like it was nothing. He couldn't witness his own glow that reflected off of him like a mirror, like I could. That hurt me, he was missing so much.

"...Am I okay?" The red boy asks me so quietly, with a slight smile. That confused me. Why did he have the need to smile like that? What was going through his mind to smile?

"...Why?" I ask with a query look inserted on my face.

"Because, the way your eyes move while looking at me, up and down, silently...they seem to scare me." His response, deleted all my senses causing me to panic, sweating like a pig...I quickly switched the matter to the red that dressed him comprehensively.

"What is that red that you're covered in?" I ask only looking into those red boy eyes, and those red boy eyes only.

He smiles again still trembling, "...it's cranberry sauce... do you want to taste it?" Red boy smile grows wider.

"Do I want to taste it?" Why did he have to ask such a question? He was mind blowing, an absolute masterpiece. What an incredible, confusing piece of art that has now been displayed.

"...Do you want to taste it...?" He asks again, trembling harder than before.

"Taste it...here, I'll taste it before you do, because you will." What did he mean by that? I wouldn't. I didn't even know this boy to even lay my finger on him-