Broken child

There is a pair of parents crying and grieving over their child, a innocent young child, harmless and pure. Broken. His limps and body all broken into different pieces. Next I saw a toy made of plastic. It is a toy in the shape of a child. It is a toy in a shape of an innocent young child, harmless and pure and broken. This toy is to resemble that child who is broken. His limps and body broken into different pieces...

It is a toy. And it is the child of that pair of parents..

habitants of a tall white building

.. tinted is our hearts. The hearts of man. That their sleep turmoils with desire and unrest.

In a day, I walked an alley, a penumbra path of female parades. I am male today. I walked with an agenda of lust... arriving at a strange tall white building. Where access to it is up a slope..the slope begins slowly ...having stairs and railings... for one to hold on to....and further up the way... the stairs has faded...and there is only the railings to hold. The slope steepens... dangerously. I had moved too far up to back track safely. There is no grip and I am up high ... there is no stairs but just railings. One needs to carry on up.

so at last I reach a clearing... and upon my eyes rest ruins. Slumps. Of stench and filth...rust and decadence. and of algae. Yet it is not abandon at all. On the contrary , it is packed and heavily habituated. and thus a man's vice is cheaper affordable. And of a king's picking.
And I picked one. But there was two and in the room, they were two... like sisters. comforting the pain of wants. And in respond promoted me to stroke mounts of venus covered with white cloths. and we were all made to feel that we are sick ...a sickness that needs to be medicated and cured.

a kid fell.... in shock he cried.