MAROR

Brick by brick, inch by inch, moment by moment, we build an empire for them. For him.

Our bodies, the bricks.

Our work, the inches.

Our lives, the moments spent, for their kingdom. For his kingdom.

Why did we come here? This is the land of milk and honey, we were offered in those dire times? This was our salvation from starvation? Why did we come here? Why did we stay?

There is no milk nor honey here. Simply bitter toil, and bitter roots we grub at to survive. There is nothing here for us, but our horrid work, and our broken bodies, and these crippled lives, which seal us here, like the mortar we painfully spread.

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