We are birds, caged by masters whom think we should be grateful for the "protection". Many masters leave the cages closed, taking purpose away all together. Others leave the cage door open, allowing barely an exercise of wings for their pleasure. But there is a door to an outside world we've seen with no ceiling, one teased with but permanently denied access. To know flight under such conditions is only a dream. To fly with others together in that seemingly natural environment an orgasm. Instead we have been synchronized to a grandfather clock, bonging hourly dictating when it is time for the blanket. Why have we been punished? Why have we been captured in this hell? To know death will only come after an insane number of repetitions of this same shit is maddening. Some of us hang ourselves. Others simply just lose hope. We wish we were not born.